The Poetical Works of George Barlow In Ten [Eleven] Volumes |
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MY LOVE
By the old strange seas loud-breaking
Lo! my love for ever stands,
And the waves the shingle shaking
Are not whiter than her hands;
And her breath is sweet as roses
That the dewy morn discloses
When June holds the laughing lands.
Lo! my love for ever stands,
And the waves the shingle shaking
Are not whiter than her hands;
And her breath is sweet as roses
That the dewy morn discloses
When June holds the laughing lands.
Never, though the swift years perish,
Shall she quit that ancient shore,
And the flowers her sweet hands cherish
Shall be sweet for evermore:
And the seas' eternal metre
For her sake shall echo sweeter
As their endless chant they pour.
Shall she quit that ancient shore,
And the flowers her sweet hands cherish
Shall be sweet for evermore:
And the seas' eternal metre
For her sake shall echo sweeter
As their endless chant they pour.
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Ever, young and pure and tender,
Doth she wait by those far streams,
And the summer shares her splendour
And the waves her girlish dreams,
And the stars and clouds adore her,
And the gentle night folds o'er her
Darkness, and soft moon-spun gleams.
Doth she wait by those far streams,
And the summer shares her splendour
And the waves her girlish dreams,
And the stars and clouds adore her,
And the gentle night folds o'er her
Darkness, and soft moon-spun gleams.
Alice! not in later regions
Is the true sweet form of thee,
But where our winged dreams in legions
Foam-light, mixed with foam-white sea:
There art thou, and I, for ever,
And the flying years part never
That eternal dream from me!
Is the true sweet form of thee,
But where our winged dreams in legions
Foam-light, mixed with foam-white sea:
There art thou, and I, for ever,
And the flying years part never
That eternal dream from me!
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