But If Our Love Be Dying Poem by Michael Field

But If Our Love Be Dying



BUT if our love be dying let it die
As the rose shedding secretly,
Or as a noble music's pause:
Let it move rhythmic as the laws
Of the sea's ebb, or the sun's ritual
When soverignly he dies:
Then let a mourner rise and three times call
Upon our love, and the long echoes fall.

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