The Poems of Digby Mackworth Dolben Edited with a Memoir by Robert Bridges |
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A SONG |
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A SONG
The world is young today:
Forget the gods are old,
Forget the years of gold
When all the months were May.
Forget the gods are old,
Forget the years of gold
When all the months were May.
A little flower of Love
Is ours, without a root,
Without the end of fruit,
Yet—take the scent thereof.
Is ours, without a root,
Without the end of fruit,
Yet—take the scent thereof.
There may be hope above,
There may be rest beneath;
We see them not, but Death
Is palpable—and Love.
There may be rest beneath;
We see them not, but Death
Is palpable—and Love.
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