The Collected Poems of Lord De Tabley [i.e. J. B. L. Warren] |
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FUGACES ANNI
O my love, my Queen of May,
The light of youth is gone.
Thy balmy tresses gather grey,
Thy rosy lips are wan.
Will thy true eyes alter yet,
And their nuptial smile forget?
The light of youth is gone.
Thy balmy tresses gather grey,
Thy rosy lips are wan.
Will thy true eyes alter yet,
And their nuptial smile forget?
O my love, will Time deceive,
Will he wither true Love so?
There is more in Love, believe,
Than the silly nations know;
More in Love, when bloom is dead,
Than the rose-wreath round his head.
Will he wither true Love so?
There is more in Love, believe,
Than the silly nations know;
More in Love, when bloom is dead,
Than the rose-wreath round his head.
O my love, and if thou need
Harbour when the north winds blow:
If thy tender footprints bleed
On the flints among the snow:
Love will raise a sheltered cot,
Where the ice-blast enters not.
Harbour when the north winds blow:
If thy tender footprints bleed
On the flints among the snow:
Love will raise a sheltered cot,
Where the ice-blast enters not.
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O my true-love, we are wise;
When snow whitens all our land,
Underneath the cloudy skies
We will travel hand in hand:
Since we have not far to go
To our rest beyond the snow.
When snow whitens all our land,
Underneath the cloudy skies
We will travel hand in hand:
Since we have not far to go
To our rest beyond the snow.
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