ASHORE
by: Laurence Hope (1865-1904)
- UT I came
from the dancing place
The night-wind met me face to face.
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- A wind of the harbour, cold and keen,
"I know " it whistled, "where thou hast been."
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- A faint voice fell from the stars above,
"Thou whom we lighted to shrines of Love!"
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- I found when I reached my lonely room
A faint sweet scent in the unlit gloom.
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- And this was the worst of all to bear,
For someone had left white lilac there.
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- The flower you loved, in times that were.
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