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But if our love be dying
by Michael Field {Pen name of Englishwomen Katherine Harris Bradley (1846 - 1914) and her niece Edith Emma Cooper (1862 - 1913)}
- BUT if our love be dying let it die
- As the rose shedding secretly,
- Or as a noble music's pause:
- Let it move rhythmic as the laws
- Of the sea's ebb, or the sun's ritual
- When soverignly he dies:
- Then let a mourner rise and three times call
- Upon our love, and the long echoes fall.
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8:36 PM - 8/16/2008 -
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