Minuscula Lyrics of Nature, Art and Love. By Francis William Bourdillon |
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Eheu, Fugaces!
The wheels whirl faster year by year
Adown the slope of life; I hear
The roaring of the Doom more near.
Adown the slope of life; I hear
The roaring of the Doom more near.
I catch at every flower that grows;
I grasp the thorns and miss the rose;
And life ungovernably goes.
I grasp the thorns and miss the rose;
And life ungovernably goes.
O vision of an angel face,
That floatest nigh me for a space,
A dream of music and of grace!
That floatest nigh me for a space,
A dream of music and of grace!
I know not what thou art; but bend
Thy soft eyes on me, and defend
From the fierce terror of the end!
Thy soft eyes on me, and defend
From the fierce terror of the end!
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