 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
THE FORGING OF THE FETTER.
I had a dream of trouble and of tears,
That bound my heart in its remorseless hold,
Till very love had waxen dead and cold—
The forging of the fetter of my fears;
That bound my heart in its remorseless hold,
Till very love had waxen dead and cold—
The forging of the fetter of my fears;
And all night long I heard the sound of years,
For ever hammering on their anvil old,
To seal with silence what life most endears,
And break my spirit with their iron fold.
For ever hammering on their anvil old,
To seal with silence what life most endears,
And break my spirit with their iron fold.
But waking day the captive shadows clove,
And hope descended from its mountain height,
While faith looked up and lost itself in sight:
And hope descended from its mountain height,
While faith looked up and lost itself in sight:
The fears but bonds of happy promise wove,
My whole horizon turned a line of light,
And every chain a tender link of love.
My whole horizon turned a line of light,
And every chain a tender link of love.
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |