COVENTRY PATMORE

It is not true that Love will do no wrong.

Poor Child!

And did you think, when you so cried and smiled,

How I, in lonely nights, should lie awake,

And of those words your full avengers make ?

Poor Child, poor Child !

And now, unless it be

That sweet amends thrice told are come to thee,

O God, have Thou no mercy upon me !

Poor Child!

��762. "Departure

T T was not like your great and gracious ways !

Do you, that have naught other to lament, Never, my Love, repent Of how, that July afternoon, You went,

With sudden, unintelligible phrase, And frighten'd eye, Upon your journey of so many days Without a single kiss, or a good-bye? I knew, indeed, that you were parting soon ; And so we sate, within the low sun's rays, You whispering to me, for your voice was weak, Your harrowing praise. Well, it was well To hear you such things speak, And I could tell

What made your eyes a growing gloom of love, As a warm South-wind sombres a March grove. And it was like your great and gracious ways To turn your talk on daily things, my Dear,

QIO

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