Farewell to Poetry
Come, fallen angel, fold thy wings of rose,
Doff thy white garment and thy golden ray !
Piercing the ambient ether of thy way,
A star, thou couldst but hurtling fall to prose.
Upon the ground thy dove-like feet unclose —
Walk — for thy soaring-time is not to-day.
Within thy bosom bid thy treasure stay,
And let thy lyre a moment now repose.
O thou poor child of heaven, thy song was vain!
Earth's ears were deaf to thy most subtle chord,
Nor could it guess the language of thy spell.
But ere thou leave me, O fair angel mine,
Go seek me out my pale sweet love adored,
And on her lips imprint a long farewell!
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This work was published before January 1, 1931, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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This work is in the public domain in the United States because it was published before January 1, 1931. The longest-living author of this work died in 1939, so this work is in the public domain in countries and areas where the copyright term is the author's life plus 86 years or less. This work may be in the public domain in countries and areas with longer native copyright terms that apply the rule of the shorter term to foreign works.
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