Denzil place a story in verse. By Violet Fane [i.e. M. M. Lamb] |
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'Neath thy wings so white and warm,
Wherefore on a bat-like wing
All disguisèd did'st thou come
In so terrible a form?
As a dark forbidden thing,
As a demon of the air—
As a sorrow and a sin,
Wherefore cam'st thou thus to me,
As a tempter and a snare?
When the heart that beats within
This, my bosom, warm'd to thee,
Was it from a love of sinning,—
From a fatal love of wrong,
From a wish to shun the light?
Nay! I swear at the beginning
Had'st thou sung an angel's song,—
Had this wrong thing been the right,
Thou had'st seem'd as worth the winning
And with will as firm and strong
I had lov'd with all my might!
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