上海龙凤shlf最新地址Poem: Roses And Rue

(To L. L.)

Could we dig up this long-buried treasure,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Were it worth the pleasure,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址We never could learn love's song,

We are parted too long.

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Could the passionate past that is fled

Call back its dead,

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

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Were it worth the pain!

I remember we used to meet

By an ivied seat,

And you warbled each pretty word

With the air of a bird;

And your voice had a quaver in it,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Just like a linnet,

And shook, as the blackbird's throat

With its last big note;

上海龙凤shlf最新地址And your eyes, they were green and grey

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Like an April day,

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,

Just like a flower:

I remember you started and ran

When the rain began.

I remember I never could catch you,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址For no one could match you,

You had wonderful, luminous, fleet,

Little wings to your feet.

上海龙凤shlf最新地址I remember your hair - did I tie it?

For it always ran riot -

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Like a tangled sunbeam of gold:

These things are old.

I remember so well the room,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址And the lilac bloom

上海龙凤shlf最新地址That beat at the dripping pane

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

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Which you held to your face -

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Had a small tear left a stain?

上海龙凤shlf最新地址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;

上海龙凤shlf最新地址In your voice as it said good-bye

Was a petulant cry,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址'You have only wasted your life.'

(Ah, that was the knife!)

上海龙凤shlf最新地址When I rushed through the garden gate

It was all too late.

Could we live it over again,

Were it worth the pain,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Could the passionate past that is fled

Call back its dead!

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

上海龙凤shlf最新地址That the brain can hold

上海龙凤shlf最新地址In a tiny ivory cell

上海龙凤shlf最新地址God's heaven and hell.