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SONNET IV
RE-INCARNATE ENEMIES |
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SONNET IV
RE-INCARNATE ENEMIES
We have lived before, and met in ancient days,
Plucked golden flowers beneath strange Eastern light
And watched strange stars resplendent through the night
In epochs past remembrance. In thy gaze
Old magic lingers, and a dream of ways
Wherein wild swords once clashed in desperate fight:
Footsteps have followed us—hate still would smite,
And foemen's armour glitters through time's haze.
Plucked golden flowers beneath strange Eastern light
And watched strange stars resplendent through the night
In epochs past remembrance. In thy gaze
Old magic lingers, and a dream of ways
Wherein wild swords once clashed in desperate fight:
Footsteps have followed us—hate still would smite,
And foemen's armour glitters through time's haze.
O love, my wife, my darling, have we won
So much to lose at length the sweet reward?
Are those alive to-day whose forms abhorred,
Darkling, once towered between us and the sun?
O God, have mercy! Grant us power to shun
To-day the vengeance of some ghostly sword.
So much to lose at length the sweet reward?
Are those alive to-day whose forms abhorred,
Darkling, once towered between us and the sun?
O God, have mercy! Grant us power to shun
To-day the vengeance of some ghostly sword.
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