The poems of Owen Meredith (Honble Robert Lytton.) Selected and revised by the author. Copyright edition. In two volumes |
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THE LAST FAREWELL.
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Away! away! in those wild eyesRepress the tears whose right is o'er
To flow for me. Wrung hands, and sighs,
And self-rebukes can not restore
What is no more.
II
Vain are all words, all weepings vain!We met too soon: we part too late.
Still wear, as best thou canst, the chain
Thine own hands forged about thy fate,
Who could'st not wait.
III
Be happy! Haunt where music plays,And find no pain in music's tone.
Be fair! Nor blush when others praise
That beauty, scarcely now thine own.
What's done is done.
IV
Take, if thou can'st, from off thy youthThe mark of mine, which burns there yet.
Take from that unremembering mouth
The seal which there mine own hath set.
And so, forget,
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Tho' unforgot! It is thy doomTo bear henceforth the heavy weight
Of my forgiveness to the tomb.
I cannot save thee from thy fate;
Nor reinstate
VI
Thy ruin'd pride, till in my graveLove's broken bond shall buried be.
And I, that would have died to save
Thy heart's lost freedom, may not free
This load from thee.
VII
Farewell, till life's mistake is over!When downward doth thy Genius turn
His wasted torch, and half uncover
The date upon the funeral urn,
I will return.
VIII
Then in the dark, the doubt, the fear,Amid the Spirits come to take thee,
Shall mine to thine again be near,
And life's forgiveness mine shall make thee,
When death doth wake thee.
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