Coventry Patmore (Ковентри Патмор (Пэтмор))

A Farewell

With all my will, but much against my heart,
We two now part.
My Very Dear,
Our solace is, the sad road lies so clear.
It needs no art,
With faint, averted feet
And many a tear,
In our opposèd paths to persevere.
Go thou to East, I West.
We will not say
There 's any hope, it is so far away.
But, O, my Best,
When the one darling of our widowhead,
The nursling Grief,
Is dead,
And no dews blur our eyes
To see the peach-bloom come in evening skies,
Perchance we may,
Where now this night is day,
And even through faith of still averted feet,
Making full circle of our banishment,
Amazèd meet;
The bitter journey to the bourne so sweet
Seasoning the termless feast of our content
With tears of recognition never dry. 

1. Alexander and Lycon
2. Venus and Death
3. Regina Cœle
4. King Cophetua The First
5. The Spirit's Depths

Mary De Vere (Мэри Де Вер) A Farewell ("I PUT thy hand aside, and turn away")

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