The Old Saint
You have stopped short of love, your May is over,
Your lips are shrivelled berries on the tree.
Earth gave you her sweet chance of being lover, —
Earth that held Eden as well as Calvary.
You may get whatever guerdon heaven carries,
But not the password to keen kissing lips,
You will never know what Helen said to Paris,
You have lost Egypt though you saved your ships.
Your lips are shrivelled berries on the tree.
Earth gave you her sweet chance of being lover, —
Earth that held Eden as well as Calvary.
You may get whatever guerdon heaven carries,
But not the password to keen kissing lips,
You will never know what Helen said to Paris,
You have lost Egypt though you saved your ships.
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