 | Early and late poems of Alice and Phoebe Cary |  |
DYING.
My Love, I love but only thee,
Yet of a truth I must avow
That I have taken an enemy
Closer in my embrace, than thou.
Yet of a truth I must avow
That I have taken an enemy
Closer in my embrace, than thou.
And if thou comest home some day,
And find'st the household door shut up,
Be not disconsolate, I pray,
Because of that one bitter cup;
And find'st the household door shut up,
Be not disconsolate, I pray,
Because of that one bitter cup;
But think of all the pleasant years
Our paths did gently downward slope,
And of the land where fall no tears,
And live in memory and hope.
Our paths did gently downward slope,
And of the land where fall no tears,
And live in memory and hope.
In memory of the sacred hours
When still from heaven some gracious gleam
Ran like the tender hues through flowers,
Making of all our lives a dream.
When still from heaven some gracious gleam
Ran like the tender hues through flowers,
Making of all our lives a dream.
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In hope of that celestial birth
From death to life, apart from woe;
Of love, that to the love of earth
Is as the sunshine to the snow.
From death to life, apart from woe;
Of love, that to the love of earth
Is as the sunshine to the snow.
Spring, ay, the summer too, is gone,
And autumn shadows darken all;
Why should I care to linger on
Till the wild storms of winter fall!
And autumn shadows darken all;
Why should I care to linger on
Till the wild storms of winter fall!
| Early and late poems of Alice and Phoebe Cary | |