by Ivor (Bertie) Gurney (1890 - 1937)

Language: English 
My heart makes songs on lonely roads
to comfort me while you are away
and strives with lovely sounding words
its crowded tenderness to say
Yet I am glad that love has come
to bind me fast, and try my worth
for love's a powerful lord and gives
his friends dominion over the earth
I walk deserted ways and see
against the forward dark your face
Pale glimmering against the dark:
Your face I see with pride, and pain
So that, one turn, I did desire
Never to see that face again.


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This text was added to the website: 2018-05-18
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Word count: 92