Lascelles Abercrombie

(9 January 1881 – 27 October 1938 / Ashton)

Hope And Despair - Poem by Lascelles Abercrombie

Said God, 'You sisters, ere ye go
Down among men, my work to do,
I will on each a badge bestow:
Hope I love best, and gold for her,
Yet a silver glory for Despair,
For she is my angel too.'
Then like a queen, Despair
Put on the stars to wear.
But Hope took ears of corn, and round
Her temples in a wreath them bound.--
Which think ye lookt the more fair?

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 9, 2012

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