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Idyls and Songs

by Francis Turner Palgrave: 1848-1854

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LXXI. PRAYER AND ANSWER.

‘Non pietas ulla 'st, velatum saepe videri
Vertier ad lapidem, atque omnes accedere ad aras;
Nec procumbere humi prostratum, et pandere palmas
Ante Deûm delubra, nec aras sanguine multo
Spargere quadrupedûm, nec votis nectere vota:
Sed mage pacatâ posse omnia mente tueri.’

The day went unregarded by
That was the queen of days before:
Unsweeten'd by the wishful sigh,
Ungladden'd by the tears of yore:—
And is the warmth—the sweetness fled?
The white repose disquieted?
The hope trod down—the love despised—
The Paradise unparadised?
Ah no—the eye sees not itself:
The heart its beating life ignores:
Thy love incorporate in thy self,
Thy soul a fancied loss deplores:
Lay by this foolishness of fears;
Weep not for boyhood's priceless tears:
There is no room for such regret:
Thou can'st not, if thou would'st, forget.
Fool!—is thy cry for satiate rest—
Thy prayer for constancy forgot?
Th' ideal of thy youthful breast—
Thou hast thy wish, and know'st it not!
Love in one grave at rest with thee,
Thou art where long thou fain wouldst be—
Th' accomplish'd hope of youth possess—
The death-in-life of changelessness.