The Collected Poems of Lord De Tabley [i.e. J. B. L. Warren] |
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TOO FAIR TO LAST |
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TOO FAIR TO LAST
Love of love, and light of light,
Love has limit of delight,
Dream and dream, sweet child, again,
Here is no unrest.
Love has limit of delight,
Dream and dream, sweet child, again,
Here is no unrest.
Love hath set our moist lips fast,
Kiss one kiss, the longest last.
What tho' weeping-ripe, my girl,
Smile thro' rainy eyes.
Kiss one kiss, the longest last.
What tho' weeping-ripe, my girl,
Smile thro' rainy eyes.
Summer from the bough has past,
And the shreds of autumn cast:
What, dear heart, if love be low
Under foot as soon?
And the shreds of autumn cast:
What, dear heart, if love be low
Under foot as soon?
We have had a tender suit,
Lovely words are breath and mute,
Still'd with tears in richest noon,
Gathered to the dead.
Lovely words are breath and mute,
Still'd with tears in richest noon,
Gathered to the dead.
Kiss and touch my hand, and part:
Sighs are farewell of the heart.
Dream a moment in thy joy,
Wake a world of years.
Sighs are farewell of the heart.
Dream a moment in thy joy,
Wake a world of years.
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