The Poems of Henry Kendall - With Biographical Note by Bertram Stevens by Henry Kendall
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From loving lips
Have made this spot my Paradise! Etheline The heart that once was rich with light, And happy in your grace, Now lieth cold beneath the scorn That gathers on your face; And every joy it knew before, And every templed dream, Is paler than the dying flash On yonder mountain stream. The soul, regretting foundered bliss Amid the wreck of years, Hath mourned it with intensity Too deep for human tears! The forest fadeth underneath The blast that rushes by -- The dripping leaves are white with death, But Love will never die! We both have seen the starry moss That clings where Ruin reigns, And ~one~ must know ~his~ lonely breast |
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