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Lewis Morris (Льюис Моррис)

To a Lost Love

COLD snowdrops which the shrinking new-born year
Sends like the dove from out the storm-tost ark ;
Sweet violets which may not tarry here
Beyond the earliest flutings of the lark ;

Bright celandines which gild the tufted brake
Before the speckled thrush her nest has made ;
Fair frail anemones which star-like shake
And twinkle by each sunny bank and glade ;

Pale primroses wherewith the virgin spring,
As with a garland, wreathes her comely head ;
No eyes have I for you, nor voice to sing.
My love is dead !

For she was young and pure and white as you,
And fairer and more sweet, and ah! as frail.
I dare not give to her the honour due,
Lest, for a strain so high, my voice should fail.

Like you, she knew the springtide's changeful hours ;
Like you, she blossomed ere the coming leaf ;
Like you, she knew not summer's teeming showers ;
Like you, as comely, and, alas ! as brief.

You may not see the roses, nor might she ;
Such swift short beauty is its only fruit ;
So a sweet silence is her eulogy,
And praise is mute. 

Lewis Morris's other poems:
  1. Waking
  2. Doubt
  3. A Hymn in Time of Idols
  4. The Apology
  5. A Cynic's Day-Dream

Poems of another poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

  • Ernest Dowson (Эрнест Доусон) To a Lost Love ("I seek no more to bridge the gulf that lies")
  • Stephen Phillips (Стивен Филлипс) To a Lost Love ("I cannot look upon thy grave")

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