LAMENT
by: Isabella Holt
- E is gone
with his blue eyes,
- Whom I love most,--
- Gone among the cliffs and fog
- On a far coast,--
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- He who scatters wit and pride
- From his keen tongue,
- He who finds himself so deep
- And is so young;--
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- He whose joy is in sweet words
- And kindliness,--
- Whom old men love, and little boys
- No whit the less. . . .
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- Rooms are silent that were glad
- Seven days ago.
- I can feel across my heart
- The great tides flow.
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- Love, the blind importunate,
- Craves touch and sight;
- Briefly parting, feels and fears
- Eternal night.
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- Fear is sweeping on the wind
- Like acrid foam.
- I have said farewell to peace
- Till he comes home.
"Lament" is reprinted
from Anthology of Magazine Verse for 1916. Ed. William
Stanley Braithwaite. New York: Laurence J. Gomme, 1916. |
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