Page:The collected poems, lyrical and narrative, of A. Mary F. Robinson.djvu/118

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Song

The great things that I love I cannot do!
The little things I do I cannot love…
I never knew
Our earth so vain, so void the heavens above.

A dream in daytime, aimlessly I rove.
And wander through
A world whose wonders are not vast enough
To hide one haunting image from my view.

And nought, 1 find, is sweet, and nothing true;
And one dream, only, worth the dreaming of…
O Love, my Love,
If I could give my life and die for you!

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