Alice Meynell (Элис Мейнелл)

After a Parting

Farewell has long been said; I have foregone thee;
    I never name thee even.
But how shall I learn virtues and yet shun thee?
    For thou art so near Heaven
That Heavenward meditations pause upon thee.

Thou dost beset the path to every shrine;
    My trembling thoughts discern
Thy goodness in the good for which I pine;
    And, if I turn from but one sin, I turn
Unto a smile of thine.

How shall I thrust thee apart
    Since all my growth tends to thee night and day—
To thee faith, hope, and art?
    Swift are the currents setting all one way;
They draw my life, my life, out of my heart.

1. The Roaring Frost
2. To O——, of Her Dark Eyes
3. Singers to Come
4. To Tintoretto in Venice
5. The Treasure

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