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Soft be the voice

by Sir Henry Taylor

−0.3924 − 0.4385i

Drawing the boundary…

If She But Knew

by Arthur O'Shaughnessy

−0.3767 − 0.4331i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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Soft be the voice

by Sir Henry Taylor

Soft be the voice and friendly that rebukes
The error of thy way,
For sickness hath the summer of thy looks
Touched with decay.

Now may be pardoned, even for virtue's sake,
Words of less gall than grief—
The warning of autumnal winds that shake
The yellowing leaf.

They bid thee if thou leav'st thy bloom behind,
Bethink thee to repair
That ravage, and the aspect of thy mind
To make more fair.

Let not thy loss of brightness be a loss,
Which might be countless gain,
If from thy beauty it should purge the dross,
Eat out the stain.

Then beauty with pure purposes allied
Wouldst thou account—to lift
The minds of men from worldliness and pride—
A trust—not gift.

Oh! may thy sickness, sanative to thee,
Bring thee to know that trust!
That so thy soul may to thy beauty be
Not less than just.

If She But Knew

by Arthur O'Shaughnessy

If she but knew that I am weeping 
Still for her sake,
That love and sorrow grow with keeping 
Till they must break
My heart that breaking will adore her, 
Be hers and die; 
If she might hear me once implore her,
Would she not sigh?

If she but knew that it would save me 
Her voice to hear,
Saying she pitied me, forgave me, 
Must she forbear?
If she were told that I was dying, 
Would she be dumb?
Could she content herself with sighing? 
Would she not come?

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