Minuscula Lyrics of Nature, Art and Love. By Francis William Bourdillon |
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A Rondel of Absence
When my dear lady is away,
Her lightest word is then my law;
As wayward sands, when tides with-draw,
Repeat the wavelets' lightest play.
Her lightest word is then my law;
As wayward sands, when tides with-draw,
Repeat the wavelets' lightest play.
Though daily I should disobey
When she is by, and show no awe,
When my dear lady is away,
Her lightest word is then my law.
When she is by, and show no awe,
When my dear lady is away,
Her lightest word is then my law.
Fierce as a flagellant I flay
My own back for the slightest flaw,
That she would pardon if she saw:
I pardon nothing in that day
When my dear lady is away.
My own back for the slightest flaw,
That she would pardon if she saw:
I pardon nothing in that day
When my dear lady is away.
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