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 | My Lyrical Life |  |
LOVE-LONGING.
Like a tree beside the river
Of her life that runs from me,
Do I lean me, murmuring ever
In my love's idolatry:
Lo, I reach out hands of blessing;
Lo, I stretch out hands of prayer;
And, with passionate caressing,
Pour my life upon the air.
In my ears the siren river
Sings, and smiles up in my face;
But for ever and for ever
Runs from my embrace.
Of her life that runs from me,
Do I lean me, murmuring ever
In my love's idolatry:
Lo, I reach out hands of blessing;
Lo, I stretch out hands of prayer;
And, with passionate caressing,
Pour my life upon the air.
In my ears the siren river
Sings, and smiles up in my face;
But for ever and for ever
Runs from my embrace.
Spring by Spring the branches duly
Clothe themselves in tender flower;
And for her sweet sake as truly
All their fruit and fragrance shower:
But the stream, with careless laughter,
Fleets in merry beauty by,
And it leaves me yearning after,
Lorn to droop, and lone to die.
In my ears the siren river
Sings, and smiles up in my face;
But for ever and for ever
Runs from my embrace.
Clothe themselves in tender flower;
And for her sweet sake as truly
All their fruit and fragrance shower:
But the stream, with careless laughter,
Fleets in merry beauty by,
And it leaves me yearning after,
Lorn to droop, and lone to die.
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Sings, and smiles up in my face;
But for ever and for ever
Runs from my embrace.
I stand mazèd in the moonlight,
O'er its happy face to dream;
I am parchèd in the noonlight
By that cool and brimming stream:
I am dying by the river
Of her life that runs from me,
And it sparkles past me ever,
With its cool felicity.
In my ears the siren river
Sings, and smiles up in my face;
But for ever and for ever
Runs from my embrace.
O'er its happy face to dream;
I am parchèd in the noonlight
By that cool and brimming stream:
I am dying by the river
Of her life that runs from me,
And it sparkles past me ever,
With its cool felicity.
In my ears the siren river
Sings, and smiles up in my face;
But for ever and for ever
Runs from my embrace.
| My Lyrical Life | |