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My Love.
I loved, and earth far brighter seemed,
Than painter's art or poet's dream,
To me her smile was lovelier far,
Than summer noon or evening star:
And yet she loved me not, though I
Loved her so well I'd hope and sigh.
Than painter's art or poet's dream,
To me her smile was lovelier far,
Than summer noon or evening star:
And yet she loved me not, though I
Loved her so well I'd hope and sigh.
She smiled, and heaven seemed in that smile,
That every grief and care beguiled,
She frowned and death seemed better far,
Than frown from her my guiding star,
My life was spent twixt heaven and hell,
And still I loved her, ah, so well.
That every grief and care beguiled,
She frowned and death seemed better far,
Than frown from her my guiding star,
My life was spent twixt heaven and hell,
And still I loved her, ah, so well.
Some days to heaven my soul would fly,
On bended knee look to the sky,
And thank the gods who gave such bliss
Enfolded in a woman's kiss;
But ere I'd just begun to taste,
The gall and wormwood took its place.
On bended knee look to the sky,
And thank the gods who gave such bliss
Enfolded in a woman's kiss;
But ere I'd just begun to taste,
The gall and wormwood took its place.
My judgment told me 'twas in vain,
I'd kiss the rod, and love again,
The pangs I felt, the pains endured,
Too sacred far to be disclosed,
I thought 'twas fate and loved again
Though reason bade me be a man.
I'd kiss the rod, and love again,
The pangs I felt, the pains endured,
Too sacred far to be disclosed,
I thought 'twas fate and loved again
Though reason bade me be a man.
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I thought this pain I must endure,
That love was love was forevermore,
That love once born could never die,
I've lived to prove that thought a lie,
Love must be tended, nourished, fed,
Or else some day you'll find it dead.
That love was love was forevermore,
That love once born could never die,
I've lived to prove that thought a lie,
Love must be tended, nourished, fed,
Or else some day you'll find it dead.
I often fought this demon strong,
Was oft defeated, oft disarmed,
But as the flowers need heat and rain,
To make them bud and bloom again,
So love that is so often spurned
At last will flee to ne'er return.
Was oft defeated, oft disarmed,
But as the flowers need heat and rain,
To make them bud and bloom again,
So love that is so often spurned
At last will flee to ne'er return.
I found one day I'd broke my chain,
I tried to weld them back again,
I wished, and sighed, and prayed in vain,
The love had fled and the shell remained:
For e'en God's love when often spurned,
At last will flee to ne'er return.
I tried to weld them back again,
I wished, and sighed, and prayed in vain,
The love had fled and the shell remained:
For e'en God's love when often spurned,
At last will flee to ne'er return.
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