My Lyrical Life Poems Old and New. By Gerald Massey |
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My Lyrical Life | ||
LOVE AND THE LADY.
'Twere vain to ask that one so cold should giveThe vital warmth of heart that makes Love live;
But in thy bosom leave a little room
For Love to die in; marble for a Tomb!
To be imparadised he doth but crave
That she who was his death may be his grave:
The monumental mockery of a Wife,
For ever hard and cold and like to life:
Thus, when the winged Divinity hath flown,
We prize the old Greek statue of Love in stone.
My Lyrical Life | ||