Wild honey from various thyme By Michael Field [i.e. K. H. Bradley and E. E. Cooper] |
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I found Love by a fountain and alone,And had no fear and crept up to his face;
“And Love,” I said, “art thou indeed alone?
For I am fall'n into such deep disgrace
That, though I sought thy mother, I could ne'er,
Seeing she is but a woman, of my pride,
For very shame open my heart to her.
But tell me, while I sit down at thy side,
Rather of those first days when thou wert mated
With many a stubborn force, and fierce the strife,
How light was of thy loving power created:
And all thy labour not for death, but life.”
Oh, then I heard how the sweet stars were born,
And very softly put away my scorn.
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