An English Madonna By James Hinton [i.e. George Barlow] |
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THE DEATH-WOUND.
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IV. THE DEATH-WOUND.
I am as one returning from the tilt
Who smiles, the throngs of ladies sweet among,
And answers laughing many a silvery tongue
And dallieth with his still sword's golden hilt;—
Who wanders now through many a bower love-built
Where perhaps of old gay loves and dainty sung,
And watches the green branches West-wind-swung,
And hearkens to the brown-necked linnet's lilt:—
Who smiles, the throngs of ladies sweet among,
And answers laughing many a silvery tongue
And dallieth with his still sword's golden hilt;—
Who wanders now through many a bower love-built
Where perhaps of old gay loves and dainty sung,
And watches the green branches West-wind-swung,
And hearkens to the brown-necked linnet's lilt:—
And yet, for all these things, bright-hued and fair—
Though many a love laugh round me tender-eyed,
And though old dreams with brown or golden hair
Move through the green woods, and in alleys wide
Old flowers and new flowers glisten,—yet I bear
(I know) my death-wound deep within my side.
Though many a love laugh round me tender-eyed,
And though old dreams with brown or golden hair
Move through the green woods, and in alleys wide
Old flowers and new flowers glisten,—yet I bear
(I know) my death-wound deep within my side.
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