The Poems of Digby Mackworth Dolben Edited with a Memoir by Robert Bridges |
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47
ENOUGH
When all my words were said,
When all my songs were sung,
I thought to pass among
The unforgotten dead,
When all my songs were sung,
I thought to pass among
The unforgotten dead,
A Queen of ruth to reign
With her, who gathereth tears
From all the lands and years,
The Lesbian maid of pain;
With her, who gathereth tears
From all the lands and years,
The Lesbian maid of pain;
That lovers, when they wove
The double myrtle-wreath,
Should sigh with mingled breath
Beneath the wings of Love:
The double myrtle-wreath,
Should sigh with mingled breath
Beneath the wings of Love:
‘How piteous were her wrongs,
Her words were falling dew,
All pleasant verse she knew,
But not the Song of songs.’
Her words were falling dew,
All pleasant verse she knew,
But not the Song of songs.’
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Yet now, O Love, that you
Have kissed my forehead, I
Have sung indeed, can die,
And be forgotten too.
Have kissed my forehead, I
Have sung indeed, can die,
And be forgotten too.
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