AFTER THE PAINTINGS BY
GEORGE F. WATTS
I
LOVE AND DEATH
A MOMENT, Death!—only a moment more!
She is my all; have pity! stay thy hand!
Behold, a fearful suppliant I stand!
Take not away what thou canst not restore!
At thy approach the birds have ceased to sing,
The roses of my lintel droop and pine,
The genial sun itself doth coldly shine,
And in thy shadow all seems darkening.
That thou art merciless, as men declare,
I'll not believe. Thy look is kind, not stern;
And they who judge thee ill, of me shall learn
To know thee better, Death!—for thou wilt spare!
See, thou art strong! and I am weak—so weak!
All beings that draw breath at last are thine:
Thou wilt not covet this sole joy of mine—
Nor to deprive me of its solace seek?
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