Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal
Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal Poems
|3.||The Lust Of The Eyes||1/3/2003|
|4.||A Silent Wood||1/3/2003|
|5.||The Passing Of Love||1/3/2003|
|10.||A Year And A Day||1/3/2003|
|11.||Love And Hate||1/3/2003|
|12.||Lord May I Come?||1/3/2003|
|13.||Fragment Of A Ballad||1/3/2003|
|14.||Shepherd Turned Sailor||1/3/2003|
Thy strong arms are around me, love
My head is on thy breast;
Low words of comfort come from thee
Yet my soul has no rest.
For I am but a startled thing
Nor can I ever be
Aught save a bird whose broken wing
Must fly away from thee.
I cannot give to thee the love
I gave so long ago,
The love that turned and struck me down
Amid the blinding snow.
I can but give a failing heart
And weary eyes of pain,
A faded mouth that cannot smile
And may not laugh again.
Yet keep thine arms around me, love,
Until I fall to sleep; ...