Epitaph
I love this boy, not for his beauty only,
But just because my life that was so lonely
Knows in his presence some strange healing power,
An unfamiliar peace—as if each hour
Should pause a little in its swift-winged flight
And breathe a benediction. In his bright
Blue eyes his happy spirit sits and smiles,
And never evil dreams, or wanton wiles,
Or lusts o'ercloud their sweet serenity:
I dare not hope—but, when he looks at me,
Something half-shy, half-trusting, leaps therein
And shadows of dead passion and old sin
All dreadful haunting memories, take flight—
You think I'm happy? Well—Perhaps you're right!
But just because my life that was so lonely
Knows in his presence some strange healing power,
An unfamiliar peace—as if each hour
Should pause a little in its swift-winged flight
And breathe a benediction. In his bright
Blue eyes his happy spirit sits and smiles,
And never evil dreams, or wanton wiles,
Or lusts o'ercloud their sweet serenity:
I dare not hope—but, when he looks at me,
Something half-shy, half-trusting, leaps therein
And shadows of dead passion and old sin
All dreadful haunting memories, take flight—
You think I'm happy? Well—Perhaps you're right!
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