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Poem by Menella Bute Smedley

Love for the Young

Not only for yourselves, but for the years
Which you, not knowing, bring to me anew,
Are you so dear that I consider you
With this persistency of quiet tears;
For many silent tones are in your speech,
And dead hopes rise and tremble when you smile,
Making me fancy for a little while
That hands I cannot clasp are in my reach;
And my heart cries, СWhat can I do or bear
(I that have lost so much and wept so long);
How make myself your servant, to remove
The sting and weight of this remembered Love,
Which was my joy, but may have had some wrong
From slights unknown ere Time had taught me care!Т

Menella Bute Smedley

Menella Bute Smedley's other poems:
  1. What Hearest Thou?
  2. To a Little Girl
  3. The Lay of King James I in his Captivity
  4. One and Another
  5. Out of the Depths

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