Feda with Other Poems Chiefly Lyrical. By Rennell Rodd ... With an Etching by Harper Pennington |
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A DEDICATION. |
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A DEDICATION.
If I could have painted pictures
I would like to have set you there,
In a robe of the hue of amber,
With a star's light in your hair;
With fondling hands that rested
On the head of a little child;
Eyes ocean deep with kindness
And lips that sighing smiled,
That the children of the city
Might come to my shrine and say,
Look, that is the angel, Pity,
Will hearken when we pray.
I would like to have set you there,
In a robe of the hue of amber,
With a star's light in your hair;
With fondling hands that rested
On the head of a little child;
Eyes ocean deep with kindness
And lips that sighing smiled,
That the children of the city
Might come to my shrine and say,
Look, that is the angel, Pity,
Will hearken when we pray.
I surely had used my virtue
In the work that you desired,
And made the joy eternal
Which the thought of you inspired.
But I may not paint you in pictures,
Not make the marble live,
Nor match your voice with music;
And all that I have to give
Are these poor songs I treasure
Since I the singer knew,
They shadowed in their measure
The light I loved in you.
In the work that you desired,
And made the joy eternal
Which the thought of you inspired.
But I may not paint you in pictures,
Not make the marble live,
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And all that I have to give
Are these poor songs I treasure
Since I the singer knew,
They shadowed in their measure
The light I loved in you.
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