The Poems of Digby Mackworth Dolben Edited with a Memoir by Robert Bridges |
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[Lean over me—ah so,—let fall]
O, a moon face
In a shadowy place.
In a shadowy place.
Lean over me—ah so,—let fall
About my face and neck the shroud
That thrills me as a thunder-cloud
Full of strange lights, electrical.
About my face and neck the shroud
That thrills me as a thunder-cloud
Full of strange lights, electrical.
Sweet moon, with pain and passion wan,
Rain from thy loneliness of light
The primal kisses of the night
Upon a new Endymion;
Rain from thy loneliness of light
The primal kisses of the night
Upon a new Endymion;
The boy who, wrapped from moil and moan,
With cheeks for ever round and fair,
Is dreaming of the nights that were
When lips immortal touched his own.
With cheeks for ever round and fair,
Is dreaming of the nights that were
When lips immortal touched his own.
I marked an old man yesterday,
His body many-fingered grief
Distorted as a frozen leaf;
He fell, and cursed the rosy way.
His body many-fingered grief
Distorted as a frozen leaf;
He fell, and cursed the rosy way.
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O better than a century
Of heavy years that trail the feet,
More full of being, more complete
A stroke of time with youth and thee.
Of heavy years that trail the feet,
More full of being, more complete
A stroke of time with youth and thee.
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