Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, SWEETHEART, FORBEAR, by LEWIS MORRIS (1833-1907)


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First Line: Sweetheart, forbear.' thus said I to my dear
Last Line: And all the stress and conflict stilled and past.
Subject(s): Togetherness


"SWEETHEART, forbear." Thus said I to my dear.
She, with rebellious grace,
And light of wayward fancy on her face,
And some half-smile, half-tear:
"Nay, silence is not peace.
'Twere better far than this wholly to cease,
If I should know no more
The rapture of revolt, the joyous strife,
The free unfettered air I breathed before."

So we long time assailed with hot debate,
And kindling voice and word,
Deep problems, which a myriad souls have stirred --
Foreknowledge, Freedom, Fate --
Till, wearied out at last,
Hand clasped in hand, without a word we twain,
Gazing at moonrise on the silvered main,
Knew a strange calm enfold our doubt with peace,
And all the stress and conflict stilled and past.





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