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Poetry by Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal Dead Love Oh never weep for love that’s dead Since love is seldom true But changes his fashion from blue to red, From brightest red to blue, And love was born to an early death And is so seldom true. Then harbour no smile on your bonny face To win the deepest sigh. The fairest words on truest lips Pass on and surely die, And you will stand alone, my dear, When wintry winds draw nigh. Sweet, never weep for what cannot be, For this God has not given. If the merest dream of love were true Then, sweet, we should be in heaven, And this is only earth, my dear, Where true love is not given. Lord May I Come? Life and night are falling from me, Death and day are opening on me, Wherever my footsteps come and go, Life is a stony way of woe. Lord, have I long to go? Hallow hearts are ever near me, Soulless eyes have ceased to cheer me: Lord may I come to thee? Life and youth and summer weather To my heart no joy can gather. Lord, lift me from life’s stony way! Loved eyes long closed in death watch for me: Holy death is waiting for me Lord, may I come to-day? My outward life feels sad and still Like lilies in a frozen rill; I am gazing upwards to the sun, Lord, Lord, remembering my lost one. O Lord, remember me! How is it in the unknown land? Do the dead wander hand in hand? God, give me trust in thee. Do we clasp dead hands and quiver With an endless joy for ever? Do tall white angels gaze and wend Along the banks where lilies bend? Lord, we know not how this may be: Good Lord we put our faith in thee O God, remember me. The Passing of Love O God, forgive me that I ranged My live into a dream of love! Will tears of anguish never wash The passion from my blood? Love kept my heart in a song of joy, My pulses quivered to the tune; The coldest blasts of winter blew Upon me like sweet airs in June. Love floated on the mists of morn And rested on the sunset’s rays; He calmed the thunder of the storm And lighted all my ways. Love held me joyful through the day And dreaming ever through the night; No evil thing could come to me, My spirit was so light. O Heaven help my foolish heart Which heeded not the passing time That dragged my idol from its place And shattered all its shrine. Love and Hate Ope not thy lips, thou foolish one, Nor turn to me thy face; The blasts of heaven shall strike thee down Ere I will give thee grace. Take thou thy shadow from my path, Nor turn to me and pray; The wild wild winds thy dirge may sing Ere I will bid thee stay. Turn thou away thy false dark eyes, Nor gaze upon my face; Great love I bore thee: now great hate Sits grimly in its place. All changes pass me like a dream, I neither sing nor pray; And thou art like the poisonous tree That stole my life away. Goblin Market by Christina Rossetti More poems by Christina Rossetti Poetry by Dante Gabriel Rossetti Article: The New Pre-Raphaelite Movement
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Poetry by Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal Dead Love Oh never weep for love that’s dead Since love is seldom true But changes his fashion from blue to red, From brightest red to blue, And love was born to an early death And is so seldom true. Then harbour no smile on your bonny face To win the deepest sigh. The fairest words on truest lips Pass on and surely die, And you will stand alone, my dear, When wintry winds draw nigh. Sweet, never weep for what cannot be, For this God has not given. If the merest dream of love were true Then, sweet, we should be in heaven, And this is only earth, my dear, Where true love is not given. Lord May I Come? Life and night are falling from me, Death and day are opening on me, Wherever my footsteps come and go, Life is a stony way of woe. Lord, have I long to go? Hallow hearts are ever near me, Soulless eyes have ceased to cheer me: Lord may I come to thee? Life and youth and summer weather To my heart no joy can gather. Lord, lift me from life’s stony way! Loved eyes long closed in death watch for me: Holy death is waiting for me Lord, may I come to-day? My outward life feels sad and still Like lilies in a frozen rill; I am gazing upwards to the sun, Lord, Lord, remembering my lost one. O Lord, remember me! How is it in the unknown land? Do the dead wander hand in hand? God, give me trust in thee. Do we clasp dead hands and quiver With an endless joy for ever? Do tall white angels gaze and wend Along the banks where lilies bend? Lord, we know not how this may be: Good Lord we put our faith in thee O God, remember me. The Passing of Love O God, forgive me that I ranged My live into a dream of love! Will tears of anguish never wash The passion from my blood? Love kept my heart in a song of joy, My pulses quivered to the tune; The coldest blasts of winter blew Upon me like sweet airs in June. Love floated on the mists of morn And rested on the sunset’s rays; He calmed the thunder of the storm And lighted all my ways. Love held me joyful through the day And dreaming ever through the night; No evil thing could come to me, My spirit was so light. O Heaven help my foolish heart Which heeded not the passing time That dragged my idol from its place And shattered all its shrine. Love and Hate Ope not thy lips, thou foolish one, Nor turn to me thy face; The blasts of heaven shall strike thee down Ere I will give thee grace. Take thou thy shadow from my path, Nor turn to me and pray; The wild wild winds thy dirge may sing Ere I will bid thee stay. Turn thou away thy false dark eyes, Nor gaze upon my face; Great love I bore thee: now great hate Sits grimly in its place. All changes pass me like a dream, I neither sing nor pray; And thou art like the poisonous tree That stole my life away. Goblin Market by Christina Rossetti More poems by Christina Rossetti Poetry by Dante Gabriel Rossetti Article: The New Pre-Raphaelite Movement
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Poetry by Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal Dead Love Oh never weep for love that’s dead Since love is seldom true But changes his fashion from blue to red, From brightest red to blue, And love was born to an early death And is so seldom true. Then harbour no smile on your bonny face To win the deepest sigh. The fairest words on truest lips Pass on and surely die, And you will stand alone, my dear, When wintry winds draw nigh. Sweet, never weep for what cannot be, For this God has not given. If the merest dream of love were true Then, sweet, we should be in heaven, And this is only earth, my dear, Where true love is not given. Lord May I Come? Life and night are falling from me, Death and day are opening on me, Wherever my footsteps come and go, Life is a stony way of woe. Lord, have I long to go? Hallow hearts are ever near me, Soulless eyes have ceased to cheer me: Lord may I come to thee? Life and youth and summer weather To my heart no joy can gather. Lord, lift me from life’s stony way! Loved eyes long closed in death watch for me: Holy death is waiting for me Lord, may I come to-day? My outward life feels sad and still Like lilies in a frozen rill; I am gazing upwards to the sun, Lord, Lord, remembering my lost one. O Lord, remember me! How is it in the unknown land? Do the dead wander hand in hand? God, give me trust in thee. Do we clasp dead hands and quiver With an endless joy for ever? Do tall white angels gaze and wend Along the banks where lilies bend? Lord, we know not how this may be: Good Lord we put our faith in thee O God, remember me. The Passing of Love O God, forgive me that I ranged My live into a dream of love! Will tears of anguish never wash The passion from my blood? Love kept my heart in a song of joy, My pulses quivered to the tune; The coldest blasts of winter blew Upon me like sweet airs in June. Love floated on the mists of morn And rested on the sunset’s rays; He calmed the thunder of the storm And lighted all my ways. Love held me joyful through the day And dreaming ever through the night; No evil thing could come to me, My spirit was so light. O Heaven help my foolish heart Which heeded not the passing time That dragged my idol from its place And shattered all its shrine. Love and Hate Ope not thy lips, thou foolish one, Nor turn to me thy face; The blasts of heaven shall strike thee down Ere I will give thee grace. Take thou thy shadow from my path, Nor turn to me and pray; The wild wild winds thy dirge may sing Ere I will bid thee stay. Turn thou away thy false dark eyes, Nor gaze upon my face; Great love I bore thee: now great hate Sits grimly in its place. All changes pass me like a dream, I neither sing nor pray; And thou art like the poisonous tree That stole my life away. Goblin Market by Christina Rossetti More poems by Christina Rossetti Poetry by Dante Gabriel Rossetti Article: The New Pre-Raphaelite Movement
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