TO HIS MAID
TO HIS MAID
Since above Time, upon EternityThe lovely essence of true loving’s set,Time shall not triumph over you and me,Nor—though we pay his debt—Shall Death hold mastery.Your eyes are bright for ever. Your dark hairHolds an eternal shade. Like a bright swordShall flame the vision of your strange sweet ways,Cleaving the years: and even your smallest word,Lying forgotten with the things that were,Shall glow and kindle, burning up the days.
Since above Time, upon EternityThe lovely essence of true loving’s set,Time shall not triumph over you and me,Nor—though we pay his debt—Shall Death hold mastery.Your eyes are bright for ever. Your dark hairHolds an eternal shade. Like a bright swordShall flame the vision of your strange sweet ways,Cleaving the years: and even your smallest word,Lying forgotten with the things that were,Shall glow and kindle, burning up the days.
Since above Time, upon EternityThe lovely essence of true loving’s set,Time shall not triumph over you and me,Nor—though we pay his debt—Shall Death hold mastery.
Since above Time, upon Eternity
The lovely essence of true loving’s set,
Time shall not triumph over you and me,
Nor—though we pay his debt—
Shall Death hold mastery.
Your eyes are bright for ever. Your dark hairHolds an eternal shade. Like a bright swordShall flame the vision of your strange sweet ways,Cleaving the years: and even your smallest word,Lying forgotten with the things that were,Shall glow and kindle, burning up the days.
Your eyes are bright for ever. Your dark hair
Holds an eternal shade. Like a bright sword
Shall flame the vision of your strange sweet ways,
Cleaving the years: and even your smallest word,
Lying forgotten with the things that were,
Shall glow and kindle, burning up the days.