上海龙凤shlf最新地址Poem: Roses And Rue

(To L. L.)

Could we dig up this long-buried treasure,

Were it worth the pleasure,

We never could learn love's song,

We are parted too long.

Could the passionate past that is fled

Call back its dead,

Could we live it all over again,

Were it worth the pain!

I remember we used to meet

By an ivied seat,

And you warbled each pretty word

上海龙凤shlf最新地址With the air of a bird;

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Just like a linnet,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址And shook, as the blackbird's throat

With its last big note;

And your eyes, they were green and grey

Like an April day,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址But lit into amethyst

When I stooped and kissed;

And your mouth, it would never smile

For a long, long while,

Then it rippled all over with laughter

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Five minutes after.

You were always afraid of a shower,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Just like a flower:

I remember you started and ran

When the rain began.

I remember I never could catch you,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址For no one could match you,

You had wonderful, luminous, fleet,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Little wings to your feet.

上海龙凤shlf最新地址I remember your hair - did I tie it?

For it always ran riot -

Like a tangled sunbeam of gold:

These things are old.

上海龙凤shlf最新地址I remember so well the room,

And the lilac bloom

That beat at the dripping pane

In the warm June rain;

And the colour of your gown,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址It was amber-brown,

And two yellow satin bows

From your shoulders rose.

上海龙凤shlf最新地址And the handkerchief of French lace

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Which you held to your face -

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Had a small tear left a stain?

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Or was it the rain?

上海龙凤shlf最新地址On your hand as it waved adieu

上海龙凤shlf最新地址There were veins of blue;

In your voice as it said good-bye

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Was a petulant cry,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址'You have only wasted your life.'

(Ah, that was the knife!)

When I rushed through the garden gate

上海龙凤shlf最新地址It was all too late.

Could we live it over again,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Were it worth the pain,

Could the passionate past that is fled

Call back its dead!

Well, if my heart must break,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Dear love, for your sake,

It will break in music, I know,

Poets' hearts break so.

上海龙凤shlf最新地址But strange that I was not told

That the brain can hold

In a tiny ivory cell

God's heaven and hell.