The Marriage Before Death, And Other Poems By George Barlow |
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XII.—NO DESPAIR.
Therefore let no one lover e'er despairl
For though his lady distant be by day,
At night she wanders with him in the way,
And lights his path with floods of golden hair:
Makes all the road a blossoming garden rare
By wandering scents that from her bosom stray,
Or round her forehead like a spring-breeze play—
Touching to holier life the enamoured air.
For though his lady distant be by day,
At night she wanders with him in the way,
And lights his path with floods of golden hair:
Makes all the road a blossoming garden rare
By wandering scents that from her bosom stray,
Or round her forehead like a spring-breeze play—
Touching to holier life the enamoured air.
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Let but the lover wait—then suddenly
Before him, glorious with pure body white,
His one fair moon of women he shall see
Rising to rule the empire of the night;
Her sudden eyes, now deep, now swift with glee,
Shall flame across his path, and lead aright.
Before him, glorious with pure body white,
His one fair moon of women he shall see
Rising to rule the empire of the night;
Her sudden eyes, now deep, now swift with glee,
Shall flame across his path, and lead aright.
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