Richard Burton Poems

From their folded mates they wander far,
   Their ways seem harsh and wild;
They follow the beck of a baleful star,
   Their paths are dream-beguiled.
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We are the toilers from whom God barred
   The gifts that are good to hold.
We meant full well and we tried full hard,
   And our failures were manifold.
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The moon's ashine; by many a lane
Walk wistful lovers to and fro;
It must be like old days again;
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Weighed down by grief, o'erborne by deep despair,
She lifted up white arms to heaven and prayed
That day for death; she made a mighty prayer
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Women there are on earth, most sweet and high,
Who lose their own, and walk bereft and lonely,
Loving that one lost heart untl they die,
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How often in the summer-tide,
His graver business set aside,
Has stripling Will, the thoughtful-eyed,
As to the pipe of Pan,
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