A Song
Once — and only once — you gave One rich gift, which Memory Shuts within itself, to save Sweet and fresh, while life may be: Shuts it like a rose-leaf treasured In the pages of a book, Which we open, when heart-leisured, Now and then — softly to look. If I told you of that gift How and when, the tend'ring of it, Would you, out of rose-leaf thrift, Claim from me the rend'ring of it? That might make it two for one ('Twas of such unwonted kind!) Half a mind I have to tell you Not to tell you half a mind.
Edwin Arnold’s other poems:
- The Division of Poland
- The Marriage
- The Rhine and The Moselle
- With a Bracelet in the Form of a Snake
- Hagar in the Wilderness
Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):
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