 | Under the dawn |  |
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WHAT THINK YOU?
Love he hath taken away,
And roses, and over us grey
Sad clothes he hath chosen to convey—
Think you that he can be God?
And roses, and over us grey
Sad clothes he hath chosen to convey—
Think you that he can be God?
Yea! for the rose shall be sweet,
And our lips shall the same lips meet,
When the silver sound of her feet
Is present—at Death's calm nod.
And our lips shall the same lips meet,
When the silver sound of her feet
Is present—at Death's calm nod.
Love he hath taken, and a bride,
And cold is our unkissed side;
Think you, when this doth betide,
That the king that they praise can be good?
And cold is our unkissed side;
Think you, when this doth betide,
That the king that they praise can be good?
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Yea! for the flower shall be fair,
In congenial, sweet-washed air
In heaven; he takes, to prepare
The very thing that we would.
In congenial, sweet-washed air
In heaven; he takes, to prepare
The very thing that we would.
Love he hath taken, and our soul,
And white seas over us roll;
Think you he knoweth the whole,
Is he pitiless—this strong Lord?
And white seas over us roll;
Think you he knoweth the whole,
Is he pitiless—this strong Lord?
Nay! for the lily shall be new,
And a dainty attire of dew
She shall smile, sweet lady, to view,
And over her balm shall be poured.
And a dainty attire of dew
She shall smile, sweet lady, to view,
And over her balm shall be poured.
Love he hath taken, our delight,
And wrapped us around with the night,
What think you? Can this be right?
Is there a God?
And wrapped us around with the night,
What think you? Can this be right?
Is there a God?
Yea! for the love is sweet
That tenderly touches the feet
Of Death, and is eager to meet
Death's keen rod.
That tenderly touches the feet
Of Death, and is eager to meet
Death's keen rod.
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