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Two Loves Post by :gbrown Category :Poems Author :Adelaide Anne Procter Date :August 2011 Read :1346

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Two Loves

Deep within my heart of hearts, dear,
Bound with all its strings,
Two Loves are together reigning
Both are crowned like Kings;
While my life, still uncomplaining,
Rests beneath their wings.

So they both will rule my heart, dear,
Till it cease to beat;
No sway can be deeper, stronger,
Truer, more complete;
Growing, as it lasts the longer,
Sweeter, and more sweet.

One all life and time transfigures,
Piercing through and through
Meaner things with magic splendour,
Old, yet ever new:
This,--so strong and yet so tender,--
Is . . . my Love for you.

Should it fail,--forgive my doubting
In this world of pain,--
Yet my other Love would ever
Steadfastly remain;
And I know that I could never
Turn to that in vain.

Though its radiance may be fainter,
Yet its task is wide;
For it lives to comfort sorrows,
Strengthen, calm, and guide,
And from Trust and Honour borrows
All its peace and pride.

Will you blame my dreaming even
If the first were flown?
Ah, I would not live without it,
It is all your own:
And the other--can you doubt it?--
Yours, and yours alone.

(The end)
Adelaide Anne Procter's poem: Two Loves

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Past And Present Past And Present

Past And Present
"Linger," I cried, "oh radiant Time! thy powerHas nothing more to give; life is complete:Let but the perfect Present, hour by hour,Itself remember and itself repeat."And Love,--the future can but mar its splendour,Change can but dim the glory of its youth;Time has no star more faithful or more tender,To crown its constancy or light its truth."But Time passed on in spite of prayer or pleading,Through storm and peril; but that life might gainA Peace through strife all other peace exceeding,Fresh joy from sorrow, and new hope from pain.And since Love lived when all save Love was dying,And, passed through fire, grew

Hearts Hearts

I.A trinket made like a Heart, dear,Of red gold, bright and fine,Was given to me for a keepsake,Given to me for mine.And another heart, warm and tender,As true as a heart could be;And every throb that stirred itWas always and all for me.Sailing over the waters,Watching the far blue land,I dropped my golden heart, dear,Dropped it out of my hand!It lies in the cold blue waters,Fathoms and fathoms deep,The golden heart which I promised,Promised to prize and keep.Gazing at Life's bright visions,So false, and fair, and new,I forgot the other heart, dear,Forgot it and lost it too!I might seek that heart