Minuscula Lyrics of Nature, Art and Love. By Francis William Bourdillon |
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Finis sine Fine
The fires in ashes lie
That leapt so wildly high;
The last faint sparks are dying dying;
Nothing is left of love
But vapours ris'n above,
And ashes coldly lying.
That leapt so wildly high;
The last faint sparks are dying dying;
Nothing is left of love
But vapours ris'n above,
And ashes coldly lying.
Is this, is this the end?
O love, O life, O friend!
A raptured hour, a swift forgetting,
And earth for evermore
Lone as an island shore
Where breaks no wave but brings
some old regretting?
O love, O life, O friend!
A raptured hour, a swift forgetting,
And earth for evermore
Lone as an island shore
Where breaks no wave but brings
some old regretting?
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