Collected Poems: With Autobiographical and Critical Fragments By Frederic W. H. Myers: Edited by his Wife Eveleen Myers |
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A SONG
The pouring music, soft and strong,
Some God within her soul has lit,
Her face is rosy with the song
And her grey eyes are sweet with it.
Some God within her soul has lit,
Her face is rosy with the song
And her grey eyes are sweet with it.
A woman so with singing fired,
Has earth a lovelier sight than this?
Oh he that looked had soon desired
Those lips to fasten with a kiss.
Has earth a lovelier sight than this?
Oh he that looked had soon desired
Those lips to fasten with a kiss.
But let not him that race begin
Who seeks not toward its utmost goal;
Give me an hour for drinking in
Her fragrant and her early soul.
Who seeks not toward its utmost goal;
Give me an hour for drinking in
Her fragrant and her early soul.
To happier hearts I leave the rest,
Who less and more than I shall know,
For me, world-weary, it is best
To listen for an hour and go:
Who less and more than I shall know,
For me, world-weary, it is best
To listen for an hour and go:
To lift her hand, and press, and part,
And think upon her long and long,
And bear for ever in my heart
The tender traces of a song.
And think upon her long and long,
And bear for ever in my heart
The tender traces of a song.
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