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Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal (Элизабет Элеонор Сиддал)


The Passing of Love


O God, forgive me that I ranged
My live into a dream of love!
Will tears of anguish never wash
The passion from my blood?

Love kept my heart in a song of joy,
My pulses quivered to the tune;
The coldest blasts of winter blew
Upon me like sweet airs in June.

Love floated on the mists of morn
And rested on the sunset’s rays;
He calmed the thunder of the storm
And lighted all my ways.

Love held me joyful through the day
And dreaming ever through the night;
No evil thing could come to me,
My spirit was so light.

O Heaven help my foolish heart
Which heeded not the passing time
That dragged my idol from its place
And shattered all its shrine.



Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal's other poems:
  1. Shepherd Turned Sailor
  2. Early Death
  3. Gone
  4. The Lust of the Eyes
  5. At Last


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