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Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal (Элизабет Элеонор Сиддал) The Passing of Love O God, forgive me that I ranged My live into a dream of love! Will tears of anguish never wash The passion from my blood? Love kept my heart in a song of joy, My pulses quivered to the tune; The coldest blasts of winter blew Upon me like sweet airs in June. Love floated on the mists of morn And rested on the sunset’s rays; He calmed the thunder of the storm And lighted all my ways. Love held me joyful through the day And dreaming ever through the night; No evil thing could come to me, My spirit was so light. O Heaven help my foolish heart Which heeded not the passing time That dragged my idol from its place And shattered all its shrine. Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal's other poems: Распечатать (Print) Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1253 |
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