"Face In The Tomb That Lies So Still"

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Title:     "Face In The Tomb That Lies So Still"
Author: Richard Le Gallienne [More Titles by Le Gallienne]

Face in the tomb, that lies so still,
May I draw near,
And watch your sleep and love you,
Without word or tear.

You smile, your eyelids flicker;
Shall I tell
How the world goes that lost you?
Shall I tell?

Ah! love, lift not your eyelids;
'Tis the same
Old story that we laughed at,--
Still the same.

We knew it, you and I,
We knew it all:
Still is the small the great,
The great the small;

Still the cold lie quenches
The flaming truth,
And still embattled age
Wars against youth.

Yet I believe still in the ever-living God
That fills your grave with perfume,
Writing your name in violets across the sod,
Shielding your holy face from hail and snow;
And, though the withered stay, the lovely go,
No transitory wrong or wrath of things
Shatters the faith--that each slow minute brings

That meadow nearer to us where your feet
Shall flicker near me like white butterflies--
That meadow where immortal lovers meet,
Gazing for ever in immortal eyes.

[The end]
Richard Le Gallienne's poem: "Face In The Tomb That Lies So Still"

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