Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916.
Love, Time, and DeathFrederick Locker-Lampson (18211895)
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Sweet Love who came to me on sheeny wing
And gave her to my arms—her lips, her breath,
And all her golden ringlets clustering:
And Time, who gathers in the flying years—
He gave me all, but where is all he gave?
He took my Love and left me barren tears,—
Weary and lone I follow to the grave.
There Death will end this vision half-divine,—
Wan Death, who waits in shadow evermore,
And silent, ere he give the sudden sign;
O, gently lead me thro’ thy narrow door,
Thou gentle Death, thou trustiest friend of mine,
—Ah me for Love … will Death my Love restore?