A FAREWELL WITH all my will, but much against my heart, We two now part. My Very Dear, Our solace is, the sad road lies so clear. It needs no art, With faint, averted feet And many a tear, In our opposed paths to persevere. Go thou to East, I West. We will not say There's any hope, it is so far away. But, O, my Best, When the one darling of our widowhead, The nursling Grief Is dead, And no dews blur our eyes To see the peach-bloom come in evening skies, Perchance we may, Where now this night is day, And even through faith of still averted feet, Making full circle of our banishment, Amazèd meet; The bitter journey to the bourne so sweet Seasoning the termless feast of our content With tears of recognition never dry. Coventry Patmore [1823-1896] DEPARTURE It was not like your great and gracious ways! Do you, that have naught other to lament, Never, my Love, repent Of how, that July afternoon, You went, With sudden, unintelligible phrase, And frightened eye, Upon your journey of so many days. Absent, Yet Present Without a single kiss, or a good-bye? I knew, indeed, that you were parting soon; You whispering to me, for your voice was weak, Well, it was well To hear you such things speak, And I could tell What made your eyes a glowing gloom of love, And it was like your great and gracious ways To let the laughter flash, Whilst I drew near, Because you spoke so low that I could scarcely hear. But all at once to leave me at the last, More at the wonder than the loss aghast, With huddled, unintelligible phrase, And frightened eye, And go your journey of all days With not one kiss, or a good-bye, 955 And the only loveless look the look with which you passed: "Twas all unlike your great and gracious ways. Coventry Patmore [1823-1896] ABSENT, YET PRESENT As the flight of a river That flows to the sea, My soul rushes ever In tumult to thee. A twofold existence I am where thou art; Look up, I am near thee, As a magnet's control on The thoughts that pursue it. And absence but brightens It is not from duty, Though that may be owed, It is not from beauty, Though that be bestowed; But all that I care for, And all that I know, Through granite it breaketh My soul in its fever A twofold existence I am where thou art; Hark, hear in the distance The beat of my heart! Edward Robert Bulwer Lytton [1831-1891] FAIR is the night, and fair the day, Now into June May falls away: Fair day! fair night! O give me back Blow back, O wind! thou art not kind, Thou know'st her not, O rustling tree! Flow on, great river! thou mayst deem And Thou that men call by my name! Grow weak and pine, lie down to die, 957 Because short time and sweet goes by. O foolish heart! how weak thou art: Break, break, because thou needs must part From thine own Love, from thine own Sweet! William Morris (1834-1896] AT PARTING FOR a day and a night Love sang to us, played with us, And our hearts were fulfilled of the music he made with us, For a day and a night. From his foes that kept watch with his wings had he hidden us, Covered us close from the eyes that would smite, From the feet that had tracked and the tongues that had chidden us Sheltering in shade of the myrtles forbidden us Spirit and flesh growing one with delight For a day and a night. But his wings will not rest and his feet will not stay for us: Morning is here in the joy of its might; With his breath has he sweetened a night and a day for us: Now let him pass, and the myrtles make way for us; Love can but last in us here at his height For a day and a night. Algernon Charles Swinburne (1837-1909] "IF SHE BUT KNEW" IF she but knew that I am weeping Still for her sake, That love and sorrow grow with keeping Till they must break, My heart that breaking will adore her, Be hers and die; If she might hear me once implore her, Would she not sigh? |