The Poetical Works of George Barlow In Ten [Eleven] Volumes |
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| XXVI. | XXVI. THIS ONE THING
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XXVI. THIS ONE THING
I have not feared hell's fires, nor feared the pang
Of bitterest suffering, if so I might hear
Her bright girl-laughter ringing silver-clear
As on the day when first we met it rang.
Wilt thou take from me now this one thing dear
And hush the bird that at my window sang
So sweetly that her note outsoared the clang
Of prison-labour torturing mine ear?
Of bitterest suffering, if so I might hear
Her bright girl-laughter ringing silver-clear
As on the day when first we met it rang.
Wilt thou take from me now this one thing dear
And hush the bird that at my window sang
So sweetly that her note outsoared the clang
Of prison-labour torturing mine ear?
Oh not this one thing?—Take not from the sea
The morning's vast unutterable light!
Take not the first nor last star from the night!
Take not this tender star-love, God, from me!
Stay not the swallow in her Southern flight
Nor my wings seeking love's deep purity.
The morning's vast unutterable light!
Take not the first nor last star from the night!
Take not this tender star-love, God, from me!
Stay not the swallow in her Southern flight
Nor my wings seeking love's deep purity.
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