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Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal (Элизабет Элеонор Сиддал)


Dead Love


Oh never weep for love that’s dead
Since love is seldom true
But changes his fashion from blue to red,
From brightest red to blue,
And love was born to an early death
And is so seldom true.

Then harbour no smile on your bonny face
To win the deepest sigh.
The fairest words on truest lips
Pass on and surely die,
And you will stand alone, my dear,
When wintry winds draw nigh.

Sweet, never weep for what cannot be,
For this God has not given.
If the merest dream of love were true
Then, sweet, we should be in heaven,
And this is only earth, my dear,
Where true love is not given. 



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


Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

  • Algernon Swinburne (Алджернон Суинбёрн) Dead Love ("Dead love, by treason slain, lies stark")

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