Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.
Come, let us make Love deathlessHerbert Trench (18651923)
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Seeing that our footing on the Earth is brief—
Seeing that her multitudes sweep out to die
Mocking at all that passes their belief.
For standard of our love not theirs we take:
If we go hence to-day,
Fill the high cup that is so soon to break
With richer wine than they!
Joy to revive or wasted youth repair,
I’ll not bedim the lovely flame in thee,
Nor sully the sad splendour that we wear.
Great be the love, if with the lover dies
Our greatness past recall,
And nobler for the fading of those eyes
The world seen once for all.