For A Picture By Rose Cecil O'neil

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Title:     For A Picture By Rose Cecil O'neil
Author: Richard Le Gallienne [More Titles by Le Gallienne]

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.

[The end]
Richard Le Gallienne's poem: For A Picture By Rose Cecil O'neil

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