Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE UNREALISED IDEAL, by FREDERICK LOCKER-LAMPSON


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First Line: My only love is always near
Last Line: Shall never see her face.
Alternate Author Name(s): Locker, Frederick
Subject(s): Love - Loss Of


My only love is always nears, —
In country or in town
I see her twinkling feet, I hear
The whisper of her gown.

She foots it ever fair and young,
Her locks are tied in haste,
And one is o'er her shoulder flung,
And hangs below her waist.

She ran before me in the meads;
And down this world-worn track
She leads me on; but while she leads
She never gazes back.

And hey her voice is in my dreams,
To witch me more and more;
That wooing voice! Ah me, it seems
Less near me than of yore.

Lightly I sped when hope was high,
And youth beguiled the chase, —
I follow, follow still; but I
Shall never see her face.





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