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Anthony Rolfe Johnson/David Willison
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The House Of Life: VI. Love's Last Gift
Love to his singer held a glistening leaf, and said:'The rose-tree and the apple-tree Have fruits to vaunt or flowers to lure the bee; And golden shafts are in the feathered sheaf Of the great harvest marshal, the year's chief Victorious summer; aye, and 'neath warm sea Strange secret grasses lurk inviolably Between the filtering channels of sunk reef...
All are my blooms; and all sweet blooms of love To thee I gave while spring and summer sang; But autumn stops to listen, with some pang From those worse things the wind is moaning of. Only this laurel dreads no winter days: Take my last gift; thy heart hath sung my praise.'
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