 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
“UN GRAND PEUT-ÊTRE.”
The secret which to solve we first must die,
The light to see which I must cleave the cloud,
And learn from silence what is in its shroud,
The enigma of the ages, now is nigh.
The light to see which I must cleave the cloud,
And learn from silence what is in its shroud,
The enigma of the ages, now is nigh.
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Is it to loftier songs from sense I fly,
To rise at length my hopes are lowly bowed?
For will to grow, is not my will allow'd?
And enters pain, that pain may cease to sigh?
To rise at length my hopes are lowly bowed?
For will to grow, is not my will allow'd?
And enters pain, that pain may cease to sigh?
This world is no more with me, and the next
In lights and shadows that my being shake,
Blind motions in my breast begins to make.
In lights and shadows that my being shake,
Blind motions in my breast begins to make.
My fluttering soul is strangely, sweetly vex'd,
And shall I from the silence never wake,
To strains for which ours are the broken text?
And shall I from the silence never wake,
To strains for which ours are the broken text?
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |