Aelfrida
Tillyard .
Of light .
Sudden
a laugh, and
a
quick
patter
Of footsteps
overhead.
The
children
wake !
The
ebbing
river
ceased
its
drowsy
flow
,
I
saw
the angel spread
his
sombre
wings
,
And
he
was
gone
.
Op
'
ning my
eyes
,
I
saw
Dim
faces
round me
,
and
there
the
doctor
Sitting
stiffly
,
his
fingers
on
my pulse
...
*
THAT
TWO
PERSONS CANNOT
BE
ONE
.
THE
years
have
judgement given
.
They have done
Slowly
to
death
the hope
that was
in
me
That
I
could
fuse my life
with
life
of
thee
Such
life was withered
e'
er
it
had begun
.
Yea
,
when
we thought our
bodies
'
love
had
won
Our
very
souls
from
longing
to
be free
,
And we were
one
,
as
waves and
deep are
sea
,
Time knew
he
gave
such
glory
unto
none
.
O
love
of
mine
,
if
I
may not
be
thou
,
If
all
myself
was never mine
to
give
,
If
lone
as
we were
born
,
we lone must
live
,
'
Twas better
,
finer
,
to
misunderstand
The
ways
of
love
,
than
coldly
touch
thy
hand
,
Content with
chilly
lips
upon my brow
.
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