Poems (Taylor)/Left in Life—II
LEFT IN LIFEII.
It is a dream. What then? Are dreams untrue?
Dreams were our angels when I walked by you.
Dreams were our angels when I walked by you.
It is a dream! But this is you, I know.
O Love, Love, Love, how could you leave me so?
O Love, Love, Love, how could you leave me so?
A dream! But may I never lift my face
From this undying passion of embrace!
From this undying passion of embrace!
Look how my robes are rended and unstarred.
Yea! I am bleeding, trodden down, and marred.
Yea! I am bleeding, trodden down, and marred.
For since you went and left me all alone,
Not one of all the world but casts a stone.
Not one of all the world but casts a stone.
But fast my beauty flowers beneath this rain
Of tender tears. I am a queen again.
Of tender tears. I am a queen again.
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Awake, awake! The great Dream-fester stands,
Pleased with the folly of thy straining hands.
Pleased with the folly of thy straining hands.