Denzil place a story in verse. By Violet Fane [i.e. M. M. Lamb] |
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You said to me, in that sad hour of parting,
So much, so little, and yet ev'rything—
My eager lips, so rudely interposing,
Broke the soft sounds your own, maybe, had murmur'd
In that dim hour of silence! Tho' of sorrow
It seem'd the cup was fill'd to overflowing
I could not weep, for joy at being near you,
And guessing all the words you left unspoken,—
So much—so little—and yet ev'rything!
So much, so little, and yet ev'rything—
My eager lips, so rudely interposing,
Broke the soft sounds your own, maybe, had murmur'd
In that dim hour of silence! Tho' of sorrow
It seem'd the cup was fill'd to overflowing
I could not weep, for joy at being near you,
And guessing all the words you left unspoken,—
So much—so little—and yet ev'rything!
You gave to me, on that dear night of parting,
So much, so little, and yet ev'rything—
So little to the hunger of my longing—
So much to meet the measure of deserving,
And ev'rything of heaven in a moment—
Oh, cruel Time! oh, midnight chimes that sounded!
Yet, in your arms, how dared I curse the moments
Which brought with all their dread of desolation
So much, so little, and yet ev'rything?
So much, so little, and yet ev'rything—
So little to the hunger of my longing—
So much to meet the measure of deserving,
And ev'rything of heaven in a moment—
Oh, cruel Time! oh, midnight chimes that sounded!
Yet, in your arms, how dared I curse the moments
Which brought with all their dread of desolation
So much, so little, and yet ev'rything?
You seem'd to me in that last hour of parting
So much, so little, and yet ev'rything—
‘So much, so little!’ . . . Loving, yet divided
For ever from me:—in the hated future
Link'd with another;—madly lov'd—‘not wisely,’
Met all too late, and lending love and sunshine
And all delight, and leaving, (had you left me,)
Only a memory of vanish'd beauty
To be to me for ever and for ever,
So much, so little, and yet ev'rything!
So much, so little, and yet ev'rything—
‘So much, so little!’ . . . Loving, yet divided
For ever from me:—in the hated future
Link'd with another;—madly lov'd—‘not wisely,’
Met all too late, and lending love and sunshine
And all delight, and leaving, (had you left me,)
Only a memory of vanish'd beauty
To be to me for ever and for ever,
So much, so little, and yet ev'rything!
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