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The wind was whispering on the lea
Shook with fear to see
Blow, thou wind, upon the sea
On the sunny lea;
HE King's three daughters stood on the
Sighed Princess May, "Will it last much longer,
But Princess Gwendoline smiled and kissed her:—"Am I not sadder than you, my Sister?Expecting joy is a happy pain. The Future's fathomless mine of treasures, All countless hordes of possible pleasures, Might bring their store to my feet in vain."
Sighed Princess Alice as night grew nearer:—
But Princess Gwendoline kissed her, sighing,—
"It is only Life that can fear dying;
Possible loss means possible gain.
Those who still dread, are not quite forsaken;
But not to fear, because all is taken,
Is the loneliest depth of human pain."
HILE the grey mists of early dawn Were lingering round the hill, And the dew was still upon the flowers, And the earth lay calm and still, A winged Spirit came to me, Noble, and radiant, and free.
Folding his blue and shining wings,
He laid his hand on mine.
The mystic word divine,
The word he spoke, within my heart
Stirred life unknown before, And cast a spell upon my soul
To chain it evermore;
Making the cold dull earth look bright,
When noon ruled from the heavens, and man
Through busy day toiled on,
His radiant smile was gone;
Bitter, oh bitter tears, I wept,
Yet still I held his hand,
I would not understand
Could it be so? My heart stood still.
Yet he was by my side.
Vain, too, was love and pride.