 | Verses by W. H. Mallock |  |
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LINES ON THE RIVIERA
Ah! what ailed you to bid rhyme for you me—me who have done with rhyme?Would you ask of a tree figs, when you know well it is past the time?
See the lute that I breathed love to; it hangs now on a broken string:
One song only of all songs have I now courage or heart to sing.
Oh, my luminous land, glowing with blue under and blue above,
Land whose violets breathe sweeter than all mouths that have murmured love!
Oh, my land of the palm, olive and aloe, land of the sun, the sea,
Still my heart is a child's, turning in long longing to thee, to thee!
| Verses by W. H. Mallock | |