Feda with Other Poems Chiefly Lyrical. By Rennell Rodd ... With an Etching by Harper Pennington |
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THE END OF THE QUARREL. |
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THE END OF THE QUARREL.
Twas to-night we should have met,
For our quarrel might not mend,
Each to answer for his hate
To the bitter end.
For our quarrel might not mend,
Each to answer for his hate
To the bitter end.
And to-day on either hand—
Hollow-hearted as despair,—
By a bed of death we stand,
And are answered there.
Hollow-hearted as despair,—
By a bed of death we stand,
And are answered there.
Both have lost and neither won,
Here before that tranquil brow
Passion and desire are done,
All ended now.
Here before that tranquil brow
Passion and desire are done,
All ended now.
On her maiden bed she lay,
Very beautiful and calm,
While without the Frati pray,—
Sing a dreary psalm.
Very beautiful and calm,
While without the Frati pray,—
Sing a dreary psalm.
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Mine or thine the heavier loss,
Pillowed on that bier of lowers!
On her bosom lies the cross—
And the knives in ours!
Pillowed on that bier of lowers!
On her bosom lies the cross—
And the knives in ours!
But the fierce eyes flash no more,
And the bitter lips are dumb,
We two met there as before,—
Death had overcome.
And the bitter lips are dumb,
We two met there as before,—
Death had overcome.
And I looked into his eyes,
And I looked upon her rest,
Calmly now I dared surmise
She had loved him best.
And I looked upon her rest,
Calmly now I dared surmise
She had loved him best.
Then he reaches forth his hand—
Be it spoken to his praise—
Needs no word to understand,
And we go our ways.
Be it spoken to his praise—
Needs no word to understand,
And we go our ways.
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