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LAYS OF FRANCE: SONG (1), by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: O love, where is the bed we made
Last Line: —let us go back once more!
Alternate Author Name(s): Shaftesbury, Marie, Abbess Of
Subject(s): Love; Sin


O Love, where is the bed we made
In scented wood-ways for sweet sin?
The sun was with us and the shade;
The warm blue covered us in:

All men their curse on us had laid—
Finding had slain us both therein;
But, summer with us, not afraid
Were we to love and sin.

O Love, the crushed place is quite fair;
Leaves have sprung back and flowers grown there;
The blithe trees no long record bore;
The flown bird knoweth no more;

The hard one never found our lair;—
We are not slain, Love,—we are fair,
And love, ay, as we loved before:
—Let us go back once more!





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