Gravis Dulcis Immutabilis
Come, let me kiss your wistful face Where Sorrow curves her bow of pain, And live sweet days and bitter days With you, or wanting you again. I dread your perishable gold: Come near me now; the years are few. Alas, when you and I are old I shall not want to look at you: And yet come in. I shall not dare To gaze upon your countenance, But I shall huddle in my chair, Turn to the fire my fireless glance, And listen, while that slow and grave Immutable sweet voice of yours Rises and falls, as falls a wave In summer on forgotten shores.
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"Come, let me kiss your wistful face..."
Exploring the themes of classic, James Elroy Flecker delivers a powerful performance in "Gravis Dulcis Immutabilis"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...