Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal(25 July 1829 - 11 February 1862 / London / England)
- by Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal32
Thy strong arms are around me, love My head is on thy breast; Low words of comfort come from thee Yet my soul has no rest.
For I am but a startled thing Nor can I ever be Aught save a bird whose broken wing Must fly away from thee.
I cannot give to thee the love I gave so long ago, The love that turned and struck me down Amid the blinding snow.
I can but give a failing heart And weary eyes of pain, A faded mouth that cannot smile And may not laugh again.
Yet keep thine arms around me, love, Until I fall to sleep; Then leave me, saying no goodbye Lest I might wake, and weep.
- by Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal18
Oh never weep for love that's dead Since love is seldom true But changes his fashion from blue to red, From brightest red to blue, And love was born to an early death And is so seldom true.
Then harbour no smile on your bonny face To win the deepest sigh. The fairest words on truest lips Pass on and surely die, And you will stand alone, my dear, When wintry winds draw nigh.
Sweet, never weep for what cannot be, For this God has not given. If the merest dream of love were true Then, sweet, we should be in heaven, And this is only earth, my dear, Where true love is not given.
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