Maud, Locksley hall, and other poems . earth, and leave Yon orange sunset waning slow :From fringes of the faded eve, O, happy planet, eastward go ;Till over thy dark shoulder glow Thy silver sister-world, and riseTo glass herself in dewy eyes That watch me from the glen below. Ah, bear me with thee, smoothly borne,Dip forward under starry light. And move me to my marriage-morn,And round again to happy night. (208) COME NOT, WHEN I AM DEAD. Come; not, when I am dead. To drop thy foolish tears upon my trample round my fallen head, And vex the unhappy dust thou wouldst not le
Maud, Locksley hall, and other poems . earth, and leave Yon orange sunset waning slow :From fringes of the faded eve, O, happy planet, eastward go ;Till over thy dark shoulder glow Thy silver sister-world, and riseTo glass herself in dewy eyes That watch me from the glen below. Ah, bear me with thee, smoothly borne,Dip forward under starry light. And move me to my marriage-morn,And round again to happy night. (208) COME NOT, WHEN I AM DEAD. Come; not, when I am dead. To drop thy foolish tears upon my trample round my fallen head, And vex the unhappy dust thou wouldst not let the wind sweep and the plover cry ;But thou, go by. Child, if it were thine error or thy crime I care no longer, being all unblest:Wed whom thou wilt, but I am sick of Time, And I desire to on, weak heart, and leave me where I lie :Go by, go by. (209). THE LETTERS. STiiyiy on the tower stood the vane, A black yew gloomd the stagnant air,I peerd athwart the chancel pane And saw the altar cold and clog of lead was round my feet, A band of pain across my brow ;Cold altar, Heaven and earth shall meet Before you hear my marriage vow. I turnd and hummd a bitter song That mockd the wholesome human heart. And then we met in wrath and wrong,We met, but only meant to part. (210) The Letters. Full cold my greeting was and dry ; She faintly smiled, she hardly moved ;I saw with half-unconscious eye She wore the colours I approved. She took the little ivory chest, With half a sigh she turnd the key,Then raised her head with lips coniprest, And gave my letters back to gave the trinkets and the rings, My gifts, when gifts of mine could please ;As looks a father on the things Of his dead son, I lookd on these. She told me all her friends had said ; I raged against the public liar ;She talkd as if her love were dead, But in my words wer
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