 | The Collected Poems of Philip Bourke Marston |  |
A SONG FOR TWILIGHT.
Now the winds a-wailing go
Through the sere forsaken trees;
Now the day is waxing low,
And above the troubled seas
Faint stars glimmer, and the breeze
Hovers, sad with memories.
Through the sere forsaken trees;
Now the day is waxing low,
And above the troubled seas
Faint stars glimmer, and the breeze
Hovers, sad with memories.
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Now the time to part has come,
What is left for us to say?
Shall we wander sad and dumb
Down this garden's leaf-strewn way;
Or by tossing waves and gray
Hand in hand together stray?
What is left for us to say?
Shall we wander sad and dumb
Down this garden's leaf-strewn way;
Or by tossing waves and gray
Hand in hand together stray?
In this garden shall we stand,
In the day's departing light,—
Here, where first I touched your hand
On that unforgotten night,
When you stood, 'mid roses bright,
Dream, embodied to the sight?
In the day's departing light,—
Here, where first I touched your hand
On that unforgotten night,
When you stood, 'mid roses bright,
Dream, embodied to the sight?
Where we met, Love, shall we part?
In this garden shall we twain,
Mouth to mouth, as heart to heart,
Loving turn, and kiss again,—
In this garden shall we drain
Love's last bitter-sweet, and pain?
In this garden shall we twain,
Mouth to mouth, as heart to heart,
Loving turn, and kiss again,—
In this garden shall we drain
Love's last bitter-sweet, and pain?
Nay, Love, let us leave this place;
Let us go, Dear, to the beach
Where in happy summer days,
Sleeping Love awoke to speech;
And his voice though low, could reach
To the deepest heart of each.
Let us go, Dear, to the beach
Where in happy summer days,
Sleeping Love awoke to speech;
And his voice though low, could reach
To the deepest heart of each.
There the sea-winds drifting sweet
From some strange land far away,
And the blown waves as they meet
One another in the bay,—
These together haply may
Hint some word for us to say.
From some strange land far away,
And the blown waves as they meet
One another in the bay,—
These together haply may
Hint some word for us to say.
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Let us kiss, then, Dear, and go
Down together to the sea;
We will kiss, Dear, meeting so,
In the days that are to be . . .
If my heart should then be free,
If you should remember me!
Down together to the sea;
We will kiss, Dear, meeting so,
In the days that are to be . . .
If my heart should then be free,
If you should remember me!
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