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Poem by Henry Newbolt When I Remember When I remember that the day will come For this our love to quit his land of birth, And bid farewell to all the ways of earth With lips that must for evermore be dumb, Then creep I silent from the stirring hum, And shut away the music and the mirth, And reckon up what may be left of worth When hearts are cold and love's own body numb. Something there must be that I know not here, Or know too dimly through the symbol dear; Some touch, some beauty, only guessed by this--- If He that made us loves, it shall replace, Beloved, even the vision of thy face And deep communion of thine inmost kiss Henry Newbolt Henry Newbolt's other poems: 1187 Views |
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