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Sunday, September 13, 2015

IF I COULD WRITE THE BEAUTY OF YOUR EYE

If I could write the beauty of your eye,
The simple goodness, as you treated me;
Our descendants would turn and swear I lie:
That such unconsidered kindness could ever be.
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Some plead their love and look for recompense;
And your beauty truly glows a light as well,
Shows me decrepit  in my tenderness;
I speak true of you with what I tell.
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When that churl death with dust my bones shall cover,
Th' angelic force you embody late and soon,
I come not with passion as an earthly lover,
But in light that comes from far beyond the moon.
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When I am gone you'll know I loved you true,
Not with anguished desperation of the hour,
Not with lust and avarice as most men do:
But with trust, and honesty, and power.
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(C) William G. Milne




I have stacks of notebooks in these rooms. I've been "EXCAVATING
THE EMPIRE". as a lady says, who is dear to me.  Anyway, this
poem I snatched this morning from a page I'd never seen. I hope you enjoy these slight aspects of poetry.




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