 | The Collected Poems of Philip Bourke Marston |  |
SAD MEMORIES.
If two who love, when I am gone from hence
To some far distant land across the seas,
Should in this room, possessed by memories,
Sit wrapt in love's calm, holy and intense,
Feeling their passionate kisses recompense
Their hearts for doubts and fears now lost in peace
That manifold embraces but increase,
Aware in all of Love's omnipotence,—
To some far distant land across the seas,
Should in this room, possessed by memories,
Sit wrapt in love's calm, holy and intense,
Feeling their passionate kisses recompense
Their hearts for doubts and fears now lost in peace
That manifold embraces but increase,
Aware in all of Love's omnipotence,—
Would they not, sitting silent, feel the weight
Of some unknown despair upon them press?
Would they not taste the sorrow of our fate?
Would not some black foreboding smite them there?
Would they not feel and hear the tireless stress
Of phantom wings through the love-bewildered air?
Of some unknown despair upon them press?
Would they not taste the sorrow of our fate?
Would not some black foreboding smite them there?
Would they not feel and hear the tireless stress
Of phantom wings through the love-bewildered air?
| The Collected Poems of Philip Bourke Marston | |