The Poems of Winthrop Mackworth Praed With a Memoir by the Rev. Derwent Coleridge. Fourth Edition. In Two Volumes |
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XXV. GLOW-WORM
My First, that was so fresh and fair
Hath faded—faded from thy face;
And pale Decay hath left no trace
Of bloom and beauty there.
Hath faded—faded from thy face;
And pale Decay hath left no trace
Of bloom and beauty there.
And round that virgin heart of thine
My Second winds his cold caress;
That virgin heart, whose tenderness
Was Passion's purest shrine.
My Second winds his cold caress;
That virgin heart, whose tenderness
Was Passion's purest shrine.
Roses are springing on thy clay;
And there my Whole, obscurely bright,
Still shows his little lamp by night
And hides it still by day.
And there my Whole, obscurely bright,
Still shows his little lamp by night
And hides it still by day.
Aptly it decks that cypress bower,
For even thus thy faith was proved,
Most clearly seen, most fondly loved,
In Sorrow's darkest hour.
For even thus thy faith was proved,
Most clearly seen, most fondly loved,
In Sorrow's darkest hour.
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