Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal Poems

Thy strong arms are around me, love
My head is on thy breast;
Low words of comfort come from thee
Yet my soul has no rest.
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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,
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I care not for my Lady’s soul
Though I worship before her smile;
I care not where be my Lady’s goal
When her beauty shall lose its wile.
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O silent wood, I enter thee
With a heart so full of misery
For all the voices from the trees
And the ferns that cling about my knees.
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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?
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Oh grieve not with thy bitter tears
The life that passes fast;
The gates of heaven will open wide
And take me in at last.
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O mother, open the window wide
And let the daylight in;
The hills grow darker to my sight
And thoughts begin to swim.
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Farewell, Earl Richard,
Tender and brave;
Kneeling I kiss
The dust from thy grave.
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To touch the glove upon her tender hand,
To watch the jewel sparkle in her ring,
Lifted my heart into a sudden song
As when the wild birds sing.
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Slow days have passed that make a year,
Slow hours that make a day,
Since I could take my first dear love
And kiss him the old way;
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