Edward Rowland Sill (Эдвард Роулэнд Силл)

Lost Love

BURY it, and sift
Dust upon its light,—
Death must not be left,
To offend the sight.

Cover the old love—
Weep not on the mound—
Grass shall grow above,
Lilies spring around.

Can we fight the law,
Can our natures change—
Half-way through withdraw—
Other lives exchange?

You and I must do
As the world has done,
There is nothing new
Underneath the sun,

Fill the grave up full—
Put the dead love by—
Not that men are dull,
Not that women lie,—

But 't is well and right—
Safest, you will find—
That the Out of Sight
Should be Out of Mind.

1. The Crickets in the Fields
2. Appreciated
3. Force
4. A Californian’s Dreams
5. The Coup De Grace

Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Lost Love ("I play my sweet old airs")

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