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ОглавлениеLOVE
Though life has stooped before its height,
And beauty, that I still shall trust,
The child of a diviner light
Be torn, and lower than the dust,
Love has a life beyond the heat
Of sorrow, pain, desire or dread;
He holds as his eternal seat
The great remembrance of the dead.
They lose no splendour by decay;
They are a fixed immortal power,
And I their lover, though I stay
Surrounded by the dying hour.
And now thy beauty, as that fire
Which walks against the morning, bears
Of day and night one great desire,
Has made life's splendour one with theirs.
They live; I see them in thine eyes;
Thy life is theirs; no death can stem
Their torrent. When I watch it rise,
I love thee, as I worship them.
