I
'But where do you go?' said the lady, while both sat under the yew,
And her eyes were alive in their depth, as the kraken beneath the sea-blue.
II
'Because I fear you,' he answered;--'because you are far too fair,
And able to strangle my soul in a mesh of your golfd-coloured hair.'
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QUICK throbb'd my heart: to norse! haste, haste,
And lo! 'twas done with speed of light;
The evening soon the world embraced,
And o'er the mountains hung the night.
Soon stood, in robe of mist, the oak,
A tow'ring giant in his size,
Where darkness through the thicket broke,
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In Memory of one of the Writer's Family who was a Volunteer during the War
with Napoleon
In a ferny byway
Near the great South-Wessex Highway,
A homestead raised its breakfast-smoke aloft;
The dew-damps still lay steamless, for the sun had made no sky-way,
And twilight cloaked the croft.
'Twas hard to realize on
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A fond kiss, and then we sever;
A farewell, and then forever!
Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee,
Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.
Who shall say that Fortune grieves him,
While the star of hope she leaves him?
Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me;
Dark despair around benights me.
I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy,
Nothing could resist my Nancy;
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If I were mild, and I were sweet,
And laid my heart before your feet,
And took my dearest thoughts to you,
And hailed your easy lies as true;
Were I to murmur "Yes," and then
"How true, my dear," and "Yes," again,
And wear my eyes discreetly down,
And tremble whitely at your frown,
And keep my words unquestioning
My love, you'd run like anything!
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The last tear fell
at the moment
you vanished from sight.
Silence remained
like a closed door
I could never pass through.
De laatste traan viel
op het moment
toen jij uit het zicht verdween.
De stilte bleef achter
als een gesloten deur
waar ik niet meer doorheen kon.
Die letzte Träne fiel
in dem Moment,
als du aus dem Blickfield
verschwandst.
Die Stille blieb zurück
wie eine verschlossene Tür,
durch die ich nie mehr gehen konnte.
The sky does not rise with joy today.
Its light breaks like glass on the edge
of the earth,
shattered by your silence.
The clouds move slowly,
as if carrying the weight of a name
no longer spoken.
Birds forget the direction of flight.
Even the wind loses interest in dancing.
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After Christina Rossetti
Read me a poem
sing me a song
daylight is fading
soon I'll be gone-
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