Poems by Violet Fane [i.e. M. M. Lamb] With Portrait engraved by E. Stodart ... in two volumes |
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“TOUT VIENT À QUI SAIT ATTENDRE.”
All hoped-for things will come to you
Who have the strength to watch and wait,—
Our longings spur the steeds of Fate,—
This has been said by one who knew.
Who have the strength to watch and wait,—
Our longings spur the steeds of Fate,—
This has been said by one who knew.
She loved you when your heart was cold,
Her eyes said “yes” when yours said “nay,”
You love,—her heart is turn'd away
And beats no longer as of old!
Her eyes said “yes” when yours said “nay,”
You love,—her heart is turn'd away
And beats no longer as of old!
He sang to her at early dawn,
She turn'd away and would not hear;
She seeks him now, he is not near;
She craves his love—his love is gone!
She turn'd away and would not hear;
She seeks him now, he is not near;
She craves his love—his love is gone!
She pray'd for yours—you long for hers;
Hers lived last year, yours lives to-day;
His lived, but now has pass'd away,—
And when she calls no answer stirs!
Hers lived last year, yours lives to-day;
His lived, but now has pass'd away,—
And when she calls no answer stirs!
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How make it well for him—for her?
How clip the pinions of her heart
To give to his the longer start?
For whom the rein?—to whom the spur?
How clip the pinions of her heart
To give to his the longer start?
For whom the rein?—to whom the spur?
Ah, darling! could we run this race
(This race of loving), side by side,
I should gain knowledge how to ride
To keep our hearts at equal pace!
(This race of loving), side by side,
I should gain knowledge how to ride
To keep our hearts at equal pace!
But ah! betwixt us sea and plain
Are stretch'd afar in dreary line,
And if your longing equals mine,
Or if your loving wax or wane,
Are stretch'd afar in dreary line,
And if your longing equals mine,
Or if your loving wax or wane,
I know not, for I cannot see,
So far from mine your pathway lies,
In vain I strain my weary eyes,
Your life is lived away from me!
So far from mine your pathway lies,
In vain I strain my weary eyes,
Your life is lived away from me!
Ah! rare, indeed, if heart to heart,
If soul to soul can cling and turn,
If love for love can breathe and burn
When each is torn so far apart!
If soul to soul can cling and turn,
If love for love can breathe and burn
When each is torn so far apart!
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Ah, “All things come to those who wait”
(I say these words to make me glad),
But something answers soft and sad—
“They come, but often come too late!”
(I say these words to make me glad),
But something answers soft and sad—
“They come, but often come too late!”
| Poems by Violet Fane [i.e. M. M. Lamb] | |