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About Love

by Philip Bourke Marston

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Drawing the boundary…

Rosemary for Remembrance

by Nora Hopper Chesson

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Drawing the boundary…

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About Love

by Philip Bourke Marston

Come now, I will be frank with you, and say 
I have for you a strange and bitter love: 
Most strong it is, but no love's strong enough 
From higher aims to make me turn away; 
Some short sharp pain, some idle night or day, 
Is all the hurt that I shall have thereof. 
I will not wed you, and I must remove 
Your spell from off my path as best I may. 

Your face would come between my work and me; 
Your love would quite unnerve me for the strife; 
Kiss me, forget me wholly, as I know 
I shall forget you in the whirl of life: 
Nay, do not look; I swear I will not see; 
Take off your lips lest I should crush you so. 

Rosemary for Remembrance

by Nora Hopper Chesson

You have forgotten me, but I forget not,
How kind you were before another shadow 
Fell beside yours in garth and garden-closes, 
And on the sweet grass of the water-meadow, 
Her shadow close to yours among the roses:
The grace that summer yields her, I regret not —  
You have forgotten me, but I forget not. 

You have forgotten me, but I remember: 
I bide my time, dear heart; I bide my time. 
You have no need of me now lilies blow,
And bees are busy in the murmuring lime. 
But when the lilies lose themselves in snow, 
Love, you will cry on me in mid-December;
You have forgotten me, but I remember. 

Forget me now you're glad, but when you're grieving 
Turn home to me for comfort; there's no rue 
Grown in my garden for my Dear to gather: 
Only kind rosemary grows green for you. 
And I have honey sucked from highland heather,
And dreams for you of mine own faithful weaving; 
Be glad with her to-day! I wait your grieving. 

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