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Hope Within Love
About WHAT had "Theocritus sung", I wonder?
The same as I? And what music had HE heard?
"Inimitable tenderness" * I had read; am I so tender?
"Passion naturally, freely expressed"* Art's simplest word!
Old Theo (to ME obscure) SHE has read and translated!
"Old, Sweet Years" she knew, he knew; ( we'll know. )
Theo's words make her cry, Melancholia's quest unsated;
whether "Passed" excels "Shall Come", Time shall show.
A Shape behind me---(a Muse?)---I feel, not SEE.
"Bring You Love, or less, for me?" pleads my heart.
The silver threads unwind from sheaves of Memory,
as Star-dust blots the eyes, should tear-drops start.
coda: A babbling brook laughs and sings without abate;
its rock-troubled waters so swiftly move.
The stream...is Life, the rocks...are Fate:
the Music and the Voices...are our Love.
* John Dryden, critique
(1631 ~ 1700)
