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Dear friend, far off, my lost desire,
Known and unknown; human, divine;
Sweet human hand and lips and eye; Dear heavenly friend that canst not die, Mine, mine, for ever, ever mine;
Strange friend, past, present, and to be;
Thy voice is on the rolling air;
I hear thee where the waters run; Thou standest in the rising sun, And in the setting thou art fair.
What art thou then? I cannot guess;
My love involves the love before;
My love is vaster passion now;
I seem to love thee more and more.
Far off thou art, but ever nigh;
I have thee still, and I rejoice;
O living will that shalt endure
When all that seems shall suffer shock,
Rise in the spiritual rock,
Flow thro' our deeds and make them pure,
That we may lift from out of dust
A voice as unto him that hears,
The truths that never can be proved
"COME NOT, WHEN I AM DEAD."
COME not, when I am dead,
To drop thy foolish tears upon my grave, To trample round my fallen head,
And vex the unhappy dust thou wouldst not save. There let the wind sweep and the plover cry; But thou, go by.
Child, if it were thine error or thy crime
Wed whom thou wilt, but I am sick of Time,
Pass on, weak heart, and leave me where I lie:
PART I, XXII.
COME into the garden, Maud,
For the black bat, night, has flown,
Come into the garden, Maud,
I am here at the gate alone; And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad, And the musk of the rose is blown.
For a breeze of morning moves,
And the planet of Love is on high, Beginning to faint in the light that she loves On a bed of daffodil sky,
To faint in the light of the sun she loves, To faint in his light, and to die.
All night have the roses heard
All night has the casement jessamine stirr'd
I said to the lily, "There is but one
With whom she has heart to be gay.
Low on the sand and loud on the stone
I said to the rose, "The brief night goes
O young lord-lover, what sighs are those, For one that will never be thine?
But mine, but mine," so I sware to the rose, "For ever and ever, mine."
And the soul of the rose went into my blood,
And long by the garden lake I stood,
For I heard your rivulet fall
From the lake to the meadow and on to the wood, Our wood, that is dearer than all;
From the meadow your walks have left so sweet That whenever a March-wind sighs
He sets the jewel-print of your feet
In violets blue as your eyes,
To the woody hollows in which we meet
The slender acacia would not shake
The white lake-blossom fell into the lake
As the pimpernel dozed on the lea; But the rose was awake all night for your sake, Knowing your promise to me;
The lilies and roses were all awake,
They sigh'd for the dawn and thee.
Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls,
In gloss of satin and glimmer of pearls,
Shine out, little head, sunning over with curls,
There has fallen a splendid tear
She is coming, my life, my fate;
She is coming, my own, my sweet;
Were it earth in an earthy bed;
Had I lain for a century dead;
PART II, IV.
[Mit geringen Abweichungen bereits 1837 gedruckt in "The Tribute. A Collection of... Poems. Edited by Lord Northampton" u. d. T.
O THAT 'twere possible
After long grief and pain
To find the arms of my true love
When I was wont to meet her