Poems (Elgee, 1907)/Fatality
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FROM THE GERMAN.
FATALITY.
FROM THE GERMAN.
I.
NE glance from thy dark eyes is all I pray for,
One word from thy lips breathed on mine,
One clasp of thy dear hand as a last favour—
Then go—I'll never more repine.
NE glance from thy dark eyes is all I pray for,One word from thy lips breathed on mine,
One clasp of thy dear hand as a last favour—
Then go—I'll never more repine.
II.
Yet, thoughts of thee will dim my eyes with weeping,
In the noon-day's glorious light,
And dreams of thee will haunt my troubled sleeping,
'Neath the shadows of the night.
Yet, thoughts of thee will dim my eyes with weeping,
In the noon-day's glorious light,
And dreams of thee will haunt my troubled sleeping,
'Neath the shadows of the night.
III.
A fatal gulf for ever lies between us,
I know we dare not speak of love,
Yet angels, purest angels, had they seen us,
Might well have pardoned from above.
A fatal gulf for ever lies between us,
I know we dare not speak of love,
Yet angels, purest angels, had they seen us,
Might well have pardoned from above.
IV.
The future is too dark for my sad seeing;
I gaze, but, weeping, turn away—
No hope, alas! of our ever being
Less sad than we are here this day.
The future is too dark for my sad seeing;
I gaze, but, weeping, turn away—
No hope, alas! of our ever being
Less sad than we are here this day.