Potiphar's Wife and Other Poems/L'Envoi

by Elisabeth of Wied

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L'ENVOI

(From the German of the Queen of Roumania.)

And that which here I have been singingIt was all yours—not mine!From your joy all its gladness bringing:Its sad chords from your sorrows ringing:I did but you divine!

Yours were the thoughts forever ranging!You made the folk-tales true!In this Earth-show of chance and changingOf life uniting, death estranging,Look, Soul! these things were you!

Perchance when Death shall bring me leisure,And these tired lips lie dumb,Then you my words will better measure,And in my love take larger pleasure,Its meaning being come!