James
Elroy
Flecker.
“
O Mary , not for this,”
I
cried ,
“ Didst
thou
renounce
thy
scented
pride.
Not for the
roll of
endless
years
Or
fields of Joy undewed
by
tears
Didst
thou
desert the
courts of men .
Tell me
thy
truth
,
grave
Magdalen
!"
She
trembled
,
and her
eyes
grew
dim
:
“
For love
of
Him
,
for
love
of
Him
.”
I
ROSE
FROM
DREAMLESS
HOURS
.
|
ROSE
from
dreamless
hours
and
sought
the
morn
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That beat upon
my
window
:
from
the sill
I
watched
sweet
lands
,
where Autumn light new
-
born
Swayed
through
the
trees
and
lingered
on
the hill
.
If
things
so
lovely
are
,
why
labour
still
To
dream
of
something
more
than
this
I
see
?
Do
I
remember
tales
of
Galilee
,
I
who
have
slain
my
faith
,
and
freed my will
?
Let me forget dead
faith
,
dead mystery
,
Dead
thoughts
of
things
I
cannot
comprehend
.
Enough
the light mysterious
in
the
tree
,
Enough
the
friendship
of
my
chosen
friend
.
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