I
"Why are your songs all wild and bitter sad
As funeral dirges with the orphans' cries?
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Would some little joy to-day
Visit us, heart!
Could it but a moment stay,
Then depart,
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Their eyes met; flashed an instant like swift swords
That leapt unparring to each other's heart,
Jarring convulsion through the inmost chords;
Then fell, for they had fully done their part.
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For I must sing of all I feel and know,
Waiting with Memnon passive near the palms,
Until the heavenly light doth dawn and grow
And thrill my silence into mystic psalms;
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I
His eyes found nothing beautiful and bright,
Nor wealth nor honour, glory nor delight,
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Waking one morning
In a pleasant land,
By a river flowing
Over golden sand:--
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The wine of Love is music,
And the feast of Love is song:
And when Love sits down to the banquet,
Love sits long:
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Who has a thing to bring
For a gift to our lord the king,
Our king all kings above?
A young girl brought him love;
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In the endless nights, from my bed, where sleepless in anguish I lie,
I startle the stillness and gloom with a bitter and strong cry:
0 Love! 0 Beloved long lost! come down from thy Heaven above,
For my heart is wasting and dying in uttermost famine for love!
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