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Poems and dramas of George Cabot Lodge | ||
197
TWILIGHT
Deep in thy lap I lay my head,
Deep in my soul thy words resound;
Thy lips where mine so lately bled
Gleam like a wound.
Deep in my soul thy words resound;
Thy lips where mine so lately bled
Gleam like a wound.
Now, in the sad reluctant light
The passionate silence of thy mood,
I feel thy robe's perfume, and night
And solitude.
The passionate silence of thy mood,
I feel thy robe's perfume, and night
And solitude.
Till in the solitude I feel
The breaking heart, the dazzled brain
Pulse with a longing tense as steel
And more than pain.
The breaking heart, the dazzled brain
Pulse with a longing tense as steel
And more than pain.
More than all pain and all delight,
All laughter and convulsive tears,
More than all sleep in all the night
Of endless years.
All laughter and convulsive tears,
More than all sleep in all the night
Of endless years.
Thy robe's perfume is deep and warm,
The dusk is deep and sad and low:
I cannot save thee from love's harm
Nor let thee go.
The dusk is deep and sad and low:
I cannot save thee from love's harm
Nor let thee go.
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I have nor strength nor will to save
Thy life from my desire or me.
I hold thee, Mistress still and Slave
Eternally!
Thy life from my desire or me.
I hold thee, Mistress still and Slave
Eternally!
Poems and dramas of George Cabot Lodge | ||