For A Picture By Rose Cecil O'Neil
Kisses are long forgotten of this twain, Kisses and words - the sweet small prophecies That run before the Lord of Love: the fain Touch of the hand, and feasting of the eyes, All tendrilled sweets that blossom at the door Of the stern doom, whose ecstacy is this - The end of all small speech of word or kiss, And whose strange name is Love - and one name more. One is this twain past power of speech to tell, Each lost in each, and each for ever found; Drained is the cup that holds both heaven and hell; Peace deep as peace of those divinely drowned In leagues of moonlit water wraps them round, And it is well with them - yea! it is well.
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"Kisses are long forgotten of this twain,..."
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