Poems (Radford)/I Plucked my Love from out my Heart
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I plucked my love from out my heart, My love that burned like fire,My faithful love that would not stray,My love that scarred the night and dayMy love that burned my soul away, With its desire.
I flung it to the distant stars, When sun and day were fled,And from the night there fell such peace,For comfort of that sweet releaseI prayed it might not ever cease— Till love were dead.
And with the morning's dawn, my love Rose in a flame of light,From every hidden star it leapt,And through my empty heart it swept,For joy of love's return, I wept And veiled my sight.