Wild honey from various thyme By Michael Field [i.e. K. H. Bradley and E. E. Cooper] |
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OF A VIOLIN
...I Am tired
With the plenitude of things desired.
Ah, surely thou had'st wept in the night;
Thine eyes were magical, grave and bright;
Death's pinions had lightly brushed thy bed,
Death...Thou had'st heard of one just dead:
And Love...“Very quickly the dark will come.”
With the plenitude of things desired.
Ah, surely thou had'st wept in the night;
Thine eyes were magical, grave and bright;
Death's pinions had lightly brushed thy bed,
Death...Thou had'st heard of one just dead:
And Love...“Very quickly the dark will come.”
I am as a violin, laid on the shelf,
After the day it has listened to itself:
I am full and lonely and dumb.
After the day it has listened to itself:
I am full and lonely and dumb.
Wild honey from various thyme | ||