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Sapphics.
Love, like an island, held a single heart,
Waiting for shoreward flutterings of the breeze,
So might it waft to him that sat apart
Some angel guest from out the clouded seas.
Waiting for shoreward flutterings of the breeze,
So might it waft to him that sat apart
Some angel guest from out the clouded seas.
Was it mere chance that threw within his reach
Fragments and symbols of the bliss unknown?
Was it vague hope that murmured down the beach
Tuning the billows and the cavern's moan?
Fragments and symbols of the bliss unknown?
Was it vague hope that murmured down the beach
Tuning the billows and the cavern's moan?
Oft through the aching void the promise thrilled:
“Thou shalt be loved, and Time shall pay his debt.”
Silence returns upon the wish fulfilled,
Joy for a year, and then a sweet regret.
“Thou shalt be loved, and Time shall pay his debt.”
Silence returns upon the wish fulfilled,
Joy for a year, and then a sweet regret.
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Idol, mine Idol, whom this touch profanes,
Pass as thou cam'st across the glimmering seas:
All, all is lost but memory's sacred pains;
Leave me, oh leave me, ere I forfeit these.
Pass as thou cam'st across the glimmering seas:
All, all is lost but memory's sacred pains;
Leave me, oh leave me, ere I forfeit these.
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