 | The Collected Poems of Lord De Tabley |  |
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A RENUNCIATION
Light of love and cold of brain,
Shall I trust thy tears,
Linking hand on hand again?
In untutor'd years,
Ah, but this was sweet.
Shall I trust thy tears,
Linking hand on hand again?
In untutor'd years,
Ah, but this was sweet.
Ripe lips are not venom-free,
Gentle eyes, nor virgin zone.
Thy snow-tint that dazzled me,
Snows that cover stone.
Peace, have done, 'tis well.
Gentle eyes, nor virgin zone.
Thy snow-tint that dazzled me,
Snows that cover stone.
Peace, have done, 'tis well.
Light thy lamp of fen-fire love;
There are fools will drown:
Me its ray shall never move;
I have sat me down.
Let the times roll round.
There are fools will drown:
Me its ray shall never move;
I have sat me down.
Let the times roll round.
Weary of thy glossy smile,
Sick of broken trust,
Shall I barter love for guile,
Pearl for painted dust?
I have done with thee.
Sick of broken trust,
Shall I barter love for guile,
Pearl for painted dust?
I have done with thee.
Plough the rock and reap the sand,
Wear thy sickly smiles for gain,
Blight the lips that touch thy hand,
Till thy withered lips in vain
Lisp unheeded lies.
Wear thy sickly smiles for gain,
Blight the lips that touch thy hand,
Till thy withered lips in vain
Lisp unheeded lies.
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