Soft from the linden's bough,
Unmoved against the tranquil afternoon,
Eve's dove laments her now:
“Ah, gone! long gone! shall not I find thee soon?”
That yearning in his voice
Told not to Paradise a sorrow's tale:
As other birds rejoice
He sang, a brother to the nightingale.
By twilight on her breast
He saw the flower sleep, the star awake;
And calling her from rest,
Made all the dawn melodious for her sake.
And then the Tempter's breath,
The sword of exile and the mortal chain-
The heritage of death
That gave her heart to dust, his own to pain….
In Eden desolate
The seraph heard his lonely music swoon,
As now, reiterate;
“Ah, gone! long gone! shall not I find thee soon?
A Legend Of The Dove
George Sterling
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Poem topics: breath, brother, death, flower, heart, lonely, music, pain, sleep, sorrow, star, voice, chain, dove, paradise, rejoice, sake, dust, soft, sword, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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