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A Vigil.
Passion dies, but Love’s eternal;
Love’s the essence of our God:
Love is old, yet ever vernal,
Passion’s but an earthly clod.
Love’s the essence of our God:
Love is old, yet ever vernal,
Passion’s but an earthly clod.
CVI.
To-morrow and To-morrow.
Good-bye, beloved! Not to me
Are moody twilights and the sob of song.
But glad defiance caught from thee
Shall light my way along,
Nor shall I quench in black despair
The flame your love fanned in the clod,
I, foolish heart, had deemed a soul,
But meet the eyes of Fate, and bear
The splendid answer, “Loving her
Has brought me nearer God.”
Are moody twilights and the sob of song.
But glad defiance caught from thee
Shall light my way along,
Nor shall I quench in black despair
The flame your love fanned in the clod,
I, foolish heart, had deemed a soul,
But meet the eyes of Fate, and bear
The splendid answer, “Loving her
Has brought me nearer God.”
CVII.
A Vigil.
One bird upon the roof,
A chorister forlorn,
Sings to the cloistered morn
A chorister forlorn,
Sings to the cloistered morn