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480 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF |
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WILLIAM LARMINIE (1850-1900)
CONSOLATION
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ES, let us speak, with lips confirming The inner pledge that eyes reveal — Bright eyes that death shall dim forever, And lips that silence soon shall seal.
Yes, let us make our claim recorded Against the powers of earth and sky,
And that cold boon their laws award us — Just once to live and'once to die.
Thou sayest that fate is frosty nothing, But love the flame of souls that are :
" Two spirits approach, and at their touching, Behold ! an everlasting star."
High thoughts, O love: well, let us speak them I
Yet bravely face at least this fate : To know the dreams of us that dream them
On blind, unknowing things await.
If years from winter's chill recover,
If fields are green and rivers run, If thou and I behold each other,
Hangs it not all on yonder sun ? |
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