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FIRST LOVE by GEORGE WILLIAM RUSSELL

First Line: WHAT TREASURE WOULD WE NOT HAVE POURED

What treasure would we not have poured
At the white feet, when love had power
If beauty that we had adored
Were tender to us for an hour.
I pass these burning memories. I
Run on to find a child who lay
On the warm earth, made tender by
A love breathed up from the dark clay.
How can I win that love again?
All I could bring to earth it owns,
What sacrifice must be, what pain
To be in league with these gray stones!




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