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Vrais Amants Post by :Andrew_Pearson Category :Poems Author :Henry Newbolt Date :July 2011 Read :2374

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Vrais Amants

(FOURTEENTH CENTURY)

"Time mocks thy opening music with a close;
What now he gives long since he gave away.
Thou deemst thy sun hath risen, but ere it rose
It was eclipsed, and dusk shall be thy day."

Yet has the Dawn gone up: in loveliest light
She walks high heaven beyond the shadow there:
Whom I too veiled from all men's envious sight
With inward eyes adore and silent prayer.

(The end)
Henry Newbolt's poem: Vrais Amants

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