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IN my dream he came -
I lonely in a slumbrous twilight mind,
Seeing the water ripple to the wind
And the leaf-shadows quiver on my dress,
Hearing the answer of the sycamore
And the corn surge like waves on a sand shore,
I lulled into a pensive tenderness,
Gathering all life into a heart of love -
And then he came -
Or some sound rose as if he spoke my name.
Was it the wind in the sycamore above?
But I saw him - him,
Not looking with the face of one long dead;
But the last sunbeams playing on his head,
Flashing its chestnut gold, and in his eyes
The light that came because he looked on me.
Oh love, but I did love thee, though there be
A past of wrong between us, though new ties
Have barred between me even and thy grave.
Yes, my eyes were dim,
My heart weak at that sudden thought of him,
And so I saw him there - oh heart be brave.
What now is regret?
Or what can I atone towards him now
When penitence is sin? for the wife's vow
Leaves room for no dead lover; and - if they
Who die away from us can love us still -
He could not love me though he pass the ill
My falseness worked him in a shameful day
And sad - Ah sadder than for him for me.
Hush, then no regret,
My folly and my fault far off is set.
Oh worst remorse which never may be free!
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A Woman Sold
Bartimaeus
Judas
Pilate
The Walk To Emmaus
A Bride
A March Night
A Messenger
A Mother's Cry
A Wedding
Afterwards
Dead Amy
Deserted
Dreaming
Glad Waves
Going
How The Brook Sings
If
In The Storm
In The Sunshine
Looking Downstairs
Mary Lost
Never Again
Night Whispers
On The Lake
On The Shore
Our Lily
Passing Away
Perjured
Safe
Shadow
Sunlight
The Blush Rose
The Gift
The Heiress' Wooer
The Hidden Wound
The Lake
The Land Of Happy Dreams
The Old Year Out
The Red Star On The Hill
The River
The Setting Star
The Shadow Of A Cloud
To And Fro
To One Of Many
Too faithful
Two Maidens |
