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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FLORENCE MACCARTHY'S FAREWELL TO HER ENGLISH LOVER, by AUBREY THOMAS DE VERE Poet's Biography
First Line: We seem to tread the self-same street
Last Line: That sigh to me from lands not thine.
Subject(s): Absence; Farewell; Separation; Isolation; Parting
First Line: We seem to tread the self-same street
Last Line: That sigh to me from lands not thine.
Subject(s): Absence; Farewell; Separation; Isolation; Parting
We seem to tread the self-same street,
To pace the self-same courts or grass;
Parting, our hands appear to meet:
O vanitatum vanitas!
Distant as earth from heaven or hell
From thee the things to me most dear:
Ghost-thronged Cocytus and thy will
Between us rush. We might be near.
Thy world is fair: my thoughts refuse
To dance its dance or drink its wine;
Nor canst thou hear the reeds and yews
That sigh to me from lands not thine.
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