The Poetical Works of George Barlow In Ten [Eleven] Volumes |
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| V. | V. “IF I HAD NEVER SEEN THEE!”
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V. “IF I HAD NEVER SEEN THEE!”
If I had never seen thee, what had then
My life been! Just as much the lesser thing
As the whole sea without one sea-bird's wing,
Or the Scotch rocky deep grouse-haunted glen
Without one blade of heather,—or, again,
The fervent merry boyish-hearted Spring
Without its festive choir of birds that sing,
Or the dull world without the sun's gold ken.
My life been! Just as much the lesser thing
As the whole sea without one sea-bird's wing,
Or the Scotch rocky deep grouse-haunted glen
Without one blade of heather,—or, again,
The fervent merry boyish-hearted Spring
Without its festive choir of birds that sing,
Or the dull world without the sun's gold ken.
So much the lesser had my life been, love,
Hadst thou not stepped therein its worth to seal.—
God, when he made me a poet, knew that I,
Born just to feel and sing, and sing and feel,
Thee seeing, should leap my song's old heights above
And in Love's name forbid thy name to die.
Hadst thou not stepped therein its worth to seal.—
God, when he made me a poet, knew that I,
Born just to feel and sing, and sing and feel,
Thee seeing, should leap my song's old heights above
And in Love's name forbid thy name to die.
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