Lady Jane Wilde
Lady Jane Wilde Poems
- Tristan And Isolde. The Love S... None, unless the saints ...
- The Famine Year Weary men, what reap ye? —Golden corn for the...
- The Exodus “A Million A Decade!” Calmly and cold The units ...
- Why Weepest Thou? Why weepest thou? A few more hours ...
- A Lament For The Potato There is woe, there is clamour, in ...
- La Via Dolorosa I wander here, I wander there, Through the ...
- Destiny There was a star that lit my life It hath set to ...
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Tristan And Isolde. The Love Sin.
None, unless the saints above,
Knew the secret of their love;
For with calm and stately grace
Isolde held her queenly place,
Tho’ the courtiers’ hundred eyes
Sought the lovers to surprise,
Or to read the mysteries
Of a love—so rumour said
By a magic philtre fed,
Which for ever in their veins
Burn’d with love’s consuming pains.
Yet their hands would twine unseen,
In a clasp ’twere hard to sever;
And whoso watched their glances meet,
Gazing as they’d gaze for ever,
Might have marked the sudden heat
Crims’ning on each flushing cheek,
As the ...