Sweeter
O LOVE , love, never turn away thy face!
If I am faithful—if the stormy sea
Gives its wild strength and wilder song to thee,
Hold thou, sweet river, full of light and grace,
River whose tides green thymy shores embrace,
Hold thou for ever firm of heart to me!
If my fierce waves defy eternity,
Within those waves thy soft blue waters place.
I tire of images—I tire of song—
Song leads to love, and love bestows at last
Not fame but rest. Sweeter it is to me
The soft love-light within thine eyes to see
Than all old triumphs won by labour strong,
All laurel-crowns or dream-crowns of my past.
If I am faithful—if the stormy sea
Gives its wild strength and wilder song to thee,
Hold thou, sweet river, full of light and grace,
River whose tides green thymy shores embrace,
Hold thou for ever firm of heart to me!
If my fierce waves defy eternity,
Within those waves thy soft blue waters place.
I tire of images—I tire of song—
Song leads to love, and love bestows at last
Not fame but rest. Sweeter it is to me
The soft love-light within thine eyes to see
Than all old triumphs won by labour strong,
All laurel-crowns or dream-crowns of my past.
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