Category: Elizabeth Siddal: Art and Poetry
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Lord May I Come?
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The Poems of Elizabeth Siddal Lord May I Come? Life and night are falling from me, Death and day are opening on me, Wherever my footsteps come and go, Life is a stony way of woe. Lord, have I long to go? Hallow hearts are ever near me, Soulless eyes have ceased to cheer me:…
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Gone
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The Poems of Elizabeth Siddal Gone To touch the glove upon her tender hand, To watch the jewel sparkle in her ring, Lifted my heart into a sudden song As when the wild birds sing. To touch her shadow on the sunny grass, To break her pathway through the darkened wood, Filled all my life…
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Fragment of a Ballad
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The Poems of Elizabeth Siddal Fragment of a Ballad Many a mile over land and sea Unsummoned my love returned to me; I remember not the words he said But only the trees moaning overhead. And he came ready to take and bear The cross I had carried for many a year, But words came…
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He and She and Angels Three
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The Poems of Elizabeth SIddal He and She and Angels Three Ruthless hands have torn her From one that loved her well; Angels have upborn her, Christ her grief to tell. She shall stand to listen, She shall stand and sing, Till three winged angels Her lover’s soul shall bring. He and she and the…
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Early Death
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The Poems of Elizabeth Siddal Early Death Oh grieve not with thy bitter tears The life that passes fast; The gates of heaven will open wide And take me in at last. Then sit down meekly at my side And watch my young life flee; Then solemn peace of holy death Come quickly unto thee.…
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Dead Love
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The Poems of Elizabeth Siddal Dead Love Oh never weep for love that’s dead Since love is seldom true But changes his fashion from blue to red, From brightest red to blue, And love was born to an early death And is so seldom true. Then harbour no smile on your bonny face To win…
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At Last
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The Poems of Elizabeth Siddal At Last O mother, open the window wide And let the daylight in; The hills grow darker to my sight And thoughts begin to swim. And mother dear, take my young son, (Since I was born of thee) And care for all his little ways And nurse him on thy…
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A Year and a Day
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The Poems of Elizabeth SIddal A Year and a Day Slow days have passed that make a year, Slow hours that make a day, Since I could take my first dear love And kiss him the old way; Yet the green leaves touch me on the cheek, Dear Christ, this month of May. I lie…
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A Silent Wood
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The Poems of Elizabeth Siddal A Silent Wood O silent wood, I enter thee With a heart so full of misery For all the voices from the trees And the ferns that cling about my knees. In thy darkest shadow let me sit When the grey owls about thee flit; There will I ask of…