上海龙凤shlf最新地址Poem: Roses And Rue

(To L. L.)

Could we dig up this long-buried treasure,

Were it worth the pleasure,

We never could learn love's song,

We are parted too long.

Could the passionate past that is fled

Call back its dead,

Could we live it all over again,

Were it worth the pain!

上海龙凤shlf最新地址I remember we used to meet

By an ivied seat,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址And you warbled each pretty word

上海龙凤shlf最新地址With the air of a bird;

上海龙凤shlf最新地址And your voice had a quaver in it,

Just like a linnet,

And shook, as the blackbird's throat

上海龙凤shlf最新地址With its last big note;

And your eyes, they were green and grey

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Like an April day,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址But lit into amethyst

上海龙凤shlf最新地址When I stooped and kissed;

上海龙凤shlf最新地址And your mouth, it would never smile

上海龙凤shlf最新地址For a long, long while,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Then it rippled all over with laughter

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Five minutes after.

上海龙凤shlf最新地址You were always afraid of a shower,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Just like a flower:

I remember you started and ran

When the rain began.

上海龙凤shlf最新地址I remember I never could catch you,

For no one could match you,

You had wonderful, luminous, fleet,

Little wings to your feet.

I remember your hair - did I tie it?

上海龙凤shlf最新地址For it always ran riot -

Like a tangled sunbeam of gold:

These things are old.

I remember so well the room,

And the lilac bloom

That beat at the dripping pane

上海龙凤shlf最新地址In the warm June rain;

And the colour of your gown,

It was amber-brown,

And two yellow satin bows

上海龙凤shlf最新地址From your shoulders rose.

上海龙凤shlf最新地址And the handkerchief of French lace

Which you held to your face -

Had a small tear left a stain?

Or was it the rain?

On your hand as it waved adieu

上海龙凤shlf最新地址There were veins of blue;

In your voice as it said good-bye

Was a petulant cry,

'You have only wasted your life.'

上海龙凤shlf最新地址(Ah, that was the knife!)

When I rushed through the garden gate

It was all too late.

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Could we live it over again,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Were it worth the pain,

Could the passionate past that is fled

Call back its dead!

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Well, if my heart must break,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Dear love, for your sake,

It will break in music, I know,

Poets' hearts break so.

But strange that I was not told

That the brain can hold

In a tiny ivory cell

God's heaven and hell.