So Many a Deed of Wrong for Right is Meant

We will part now for ever, you and I,
With a frozen smile and a faint good-bye;
And a hand on the poisoned barb hard pressed
To bury it deep in each tortured breast.
We will part just here while our new love dies,
And we'll turn deaf ears to its pleading cries;
For we each could save it, but neither will,
As we stoop to injure and strike to kill.
And the eyes that photo our faces wild
Will haunt us for ever. Poor murdered child!
Oh, how the beautiful babe did grow,
Suckled in sorrow and cradled in woe!
Pride was the menace which shadowed its birth,
The beautiful cherub too bright for earth.
For better it were that our souls had lied
Than bring into being a love that died;
But tho' you are taking all else away
There is one rare jewel must say you nay —
It is mine, all mine; it is mem'ry's prize.
'Tis the clasp and the kiss of love's first surprise.
I will live it over while life shall last,
And in its soft rapture shall death be passed;
With your lips on mine in a dream I'll be,
And pass in your arms to Eternity.
Translation: 
Language: 
Rate this poem: 

Reviews

No reviews yet.