Poems By William Bell Scott. Ballads, Studies from Nature, Sonnets, etc. Illustrated by Seventeen Etchings by the Author and L. Alma Tadema |
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EVENING.
As in a glass at evening, dusky-grey,
The faces of those passing through the room
Seem like ghost-transits thwart reflected gloom,
Thus, darling image! thou, so long away,
Visitest sometimes my darkening day:
Other friends come; the toy of life turns round,
The glittering beads change with their tinkling sound,
Whilst thou in endless youth sit'st silently.
The faces of those passing through the room
Seem like ghost-transits thwart reflected gloom,
Thus, darling image! thou, so long away,
Visitest sometimes my darkening day:
Other friends come; the toy of life turns round,
The glittering beads change with their tinkling sound,
Whilst thou in endless youth sit'st silently.
How vain to call time back, to think these arms
Again may touch, may shield, those shoulders soft
And solid, never more my eyes can see:
But yet, perchance—(speak low)—beyond all harms,
I may walk with thee in God's other croft,
When this world shall the darkling mirror be.
Again may touch, may shield, those shoulders soft
And solid, never more my eyes can see:
But yet, perchance—(speak low)—beyond all harms,
I may walk with thee in God's other croft,
When this world shall the darkling mirror be.
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