Michael Villiers, Idealist And Other Poems. By E. H. Hickey |
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 | Michael Villiers, Idealist |  |
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‘Ay, one would think that, here in Kensington,
It had not been so hard to keep from death!
Plenty the people here of gentle breath,
And gentle heart, who, had they only known
His love, their idol's love, so lean had grown,
As one the Shade of shades o'ershadoweth,
Had come with all the care which comforteth,
And prayed her, made her, for his sake live on.
It had not been so hard to keep from death!
Plenty the people here of gentle breath,
And gentle heart, who, had they only known
His love, their idol's love, so lean had grown,
As one the Shade of shades o'ershadoweth,
Had come with all the care which comforteth,
And prayed her, made her, for his sake live on.
For he who loved me twenty years ago
Is dear to all to-day, and far and wide,
They tell of him who, crowned with glory, died
In youth which high maturity did know.
True songs of life from him did freely flow,
True English singer by the Thames's side.
Is dear to all to-day, and far and wide,
They tell of him who, crowned with glory, died
In youth which high maturity did know.
True songs of life from him did freely flow,
True English singer by the Thames's side.
| Michael Villiers, Idealist | |