Love hath a chamber all of imagery; And there is one dim nook, A little storied web wherein my heart From leaf to leaf is read as in a book. One part in the middle of the web begun and left unfinished; a face with ravelled threads falling over it and hiding it. Love says that the time has come to resume and finish this part of the web, though much has come between since it was begun. For the garlands of heaven were all laid by, And the Daylight sucked at the breasts of a Lie. The wounded heart and the dying swan Were side by side Where the rushes coil with the turn of the tide— The hart and the swan. Withinthose eyes the sedulous yearning throe, And all the evil of my heart A thousand times forgotten. Ah if you had been lost for many years, And from the dead to-day were risen again!SourceThe script ran 0.013 seconds.
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