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But If Our Love Be Dying


BUT if our love be dying let it die
As the rose shedding secretly,
Or as a noble music’s pause:
Let it move rhythmic as the laws
Of the sea’s ebb, or the sun’s ritual
When soverignly he dies:
Then let a mourner rise and three times call
Upon our love, and the long echoes fall.

—  Michael Field (1846-1914)

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