Poems of Philip Henry Savage / Philip Henry Savage [electronic text]

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Author

Savage, Philip Henry, 1868-1899

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Boston: Small, Maynard, and Company

1900

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Pages

XXVI

TO G. S.

 WHAT shall I speak, what phrases here compose, To tell the love that gathers close, and flows Up to the very lips, but cannot pass?

 I love you, and it is for more than this That you have suffered. Where no fruitage is, And naught there seems put forth, the very tree Itself, entire, a noble fruit may be.

 Life is but life, and who the secret finds Of living as you live, in silence binds (For God and those of us who understand) About her brows a halo from the hand Of Christ himself, and bears a lily wand.

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