The Poetical Works of George Barlow In Ten [Eleven] Volumes |
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XCIII. MY OWN FOR EVER
“ My lady of the rosebands and the bays,My dimple, and my soft caressing” speech;
My pure eternal unforgotten “ways,”
My smiles, with sonnet-plumage hid in each:
“My sweet hair still divinely downward streaming,”
My hands so soft and wonderful and white;
My mind with delicate love-fancies teeming,
My glance of heavenly and most sacred light:
My lips so pure and red, so sweet and tender,
My heart so glad and great, so deep and warm;
My silver voice, to which love did surrender,
My breast, white as a sea-bird's thro' a storm:—
For ever and for ever, though they fled,
All these are mine,—now selfish love lies dead.
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