Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal (Элизабет Элеонор Сиддал)

Gone

To touch the glove upon her tender hand,
To watch the jewel sparkle in her ring,
Lifted my heart into a sudden song
As when the wild birds sing.

To touch her shadow on the sunny grass,
To break her pathway through the darkened wood,
Filled all my life with trembling and tears
And silence where I stood.

I watch the shadows gather round my heart,
I live to know that she is gone

Gone gone for ever, like the tender dove
That left the Ark alone.

1. Shepherd Turned Sailor
2. The Passing of Love
3. True Love
4. Worn Out
5. The Lust of the Eyes

Adam Gordon (Адам Гордон) Gone ("In Collins-street standeth a statue tall—")

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