The poems of Owen Meredith (Honble Robert Lytton.) Selected and revised by the author. Copyright edition. In two volumes |
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[As the one star that, left by the morning]
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As the one star that, left by the morning,Is more noticed than all night's host,
As the late lone rose of October,
For its rareness regarded the most,
As the least of the leaves in December
That is loved as the last on the tree,
So sweetest of all to remember
Is thy love's latest promise to me.
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We must love, and unlove, and, it may be,Live into, and out of anon,
Lovetimes no few in a lifetime,
Ere lifetime and lovetime be one.
For to love it is hard, and 'tis harder
Perchance to be loved again.
But if living be not loving,
Then living is all in vain.
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To the tears I have shed, and regret not,What matters a few more tears?
Why should love, that is present forever,
Be afraid of the absence of years?
When the snow's at the door, and the ember
Is dim, and I far o'er the sea,
Remember, beloved, O remember
That my love's latest trust was in thee!
| The poems of Owen Meredith (Honble Robert Lytton.) | |