The Collected Works of William Morris With Introductions by his Daughter May Morris |
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Twas one little word that wrought it,
One sweet pang of pleasure bought it;
Long 'twixt heart and lips it hung
Till too sore the heart was wrung,
Till no more the lips might bear
To be parted, yet so near—
Then the darkness closed around me
And the bitter waking found me
Half forgotten, unforgiven and alone.
One sweet pang of pleasure bought it;
Long 'twixt heart and lips it hung
Till too sore the heart was wrung,
Till no more the lips might bear
To be parted, yet so near—
Then the darkness closed around me
And the bitter waking found me
Half forgotten, unforgiven and alone.
Hearken: nigher still and nigher
Had we grown, methought my fire
Woke in her some hidden flame
And the rags of pride and shame
She seemed casting from her heart,
And the dull days seemed to part;
Then I cried out, Ah, I move thee
And thou knowest that I love thee—
—Half forgotten, unforgiven and alone.
Had we grown, methought my fire
Woke in her some hidden flame
And the rags of pride and shame
She seemed casting from her heart,
And the dull days seemed to part;
Then I cried out, Ah, I move thee
And thou knowest that I love thee—
—Half forgotten, unforgiven and alone.
Yea, it pleased her to behold me
Mocked by tales that love had told me,
Mocked by tales and mocked by eyes
Wells of loving mysteries;
Mocked by eyes and mocked by speech
Till I deemed I might beseech
For one word, that scarcely speaking
She would snatch me from that waking,
Half forgotten, unforgiven and alone.
Mocked by tales that love had told me,
Mocked by tales and mocked by eyes
Wells of loving mysteries;
Mocked by eyes and mocked by speech
Till I deemed I might beseech
For one word, that scarcely speaking
She would snatch me from that waking,
Half forgotten, unforgiven and alone.
All is done—no other greeting,
No more sweet tormenting meeting,
No more sight of smile or tear,
No more bliss shall draw anear
Hand in hand with sister pain—
Scarce a longing vague and vain—
No more speech till all is over
Twixt the well-beloved and lover
Half-forgotten, unforgiven and alone.
No more sweet tormenting meeting,
No more sight of smile or tear,
No more bliss shall draw anear
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Scarce a longing vague and vain—
No more speech till all is over
Twixt the well-beloved and lover
Half-forgotten, unforgiven and alone.
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