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OUR THRONES DECAY
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SAID my pleasure shall not move;' It is not fixed in things apart; Seeking not love—but yet to love — I put my trust in mine own heart.
I knew the fountain of the deep
Wells up with living joy, unfed ; Such joys the lonely heart may keep,
And love grow rich with love unwed.
Still flows the ancient fount sublime —
But oh! For my heart, shed tears, shed tears!
Not it, but love, has scorn of time — It turns to dust beneath the years. |
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SACRIFICE
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HOSE delicate wanderers — The wind, the star, the cloud — Ever before mine eyes, As to an Altar bowed, Light and dew laden airs Offer in sacrifice.
The offerings arise:
Hazes of rainbow light, Pure crystal, blue, and gold,
Through dreamland take their flight; And 'mid the sacrifice God moveth as of old. |
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