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Poem by Coventry Patmore


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'IF I were dead, you'd sometimes say, Poor Child!'
The dear lips quiver'd as they spake,
And the tears brake
From eyes which, not to grieve me, brightly smiled.
Poor Child, poor Child!
I seem to hear your laugh, your talk, your song.
It is not true that Love will do no wrong.
Poor Child!
And did you think, when you so cried and smiled,
How I, in lonely nights, should lie awake,
And of those words your full avengers make?
Poor Child, poor Child!
And now, unless it be
That sweet amends thrice told are come to thee,
O God, have Thou no mercy upon me!
Poor Child! 



                      Coventry Patmore


Coventry Patmore's other poems:
  1. The Rosy Bosomd Hours
  2. Faint Yet Pursuing
  3. The Spirit's Depths
  4. Lallegro
  5. Deliciae Sapientiae de Amore


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