An English Madonna By James Hinton [i.e. George Barlow] |
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LXI.
THE END OF LOVE.
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LXI. THE END OF LOVE.
What is the end of love? To be maligned, forsaken.—
What is the end of flowers? To be cast down and shaken
To pieces by the blast.
The daylight ends in gloom: the summer ends in winter:
The grim Decembral hedge is decked with many a splinter
Of ice where birds built soft nests in the past.—
What is the end of flowers? To be cast down and shaken
To pieces by the blast.
The daylight ends in gloom: the summer ends in winter:
The grim Decembral hedge is decked with many a splinter
Of ice where birds built soft nests in the past.—
What is the end of long sweet tender tearful passion?
What was the end of Christ,—reward of his compassion
For the whole human race?
The end was this; that all the human souls he sighed for,
Loved to the very last, and agonized and died for,
With laughter handed him to Death's embrace.
What was the end of Christ,—reward of his compassion
For the whole human race?
The end was this; that all the human souls he sighed for,
Loved to the very last, and agonized and died for,
With laughter handed him to Death's embrace.
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