Eleanore

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Title:     Eleanore
Author: Eric Mackay [More Titles by Mackay]

I.

The forest flowers are faded all,
The winds complain, the snow-flakes fall,
Elëanore!
I turn to thee, as to a bower:--
Thou breathest beauty like a flower,
Thou smilest like a happy hour,
Elëanore!


II.

I turn to thee. I bless afar
Thy name, which is my guiding-star,
Elëanore!
And yet, ah God! when thou art here
I faint, I hold my breath for fear.
Art thou some phantom wandering near,
Elëanore?


III.

Oh, take me to thy bosom fair;
Oh, cover me with thy golden hair,
Elëanore!
There let me lie when I am dead,
Those morning beams about me spread,
The glory of thy face o'erhead,
Elëanore!

[The end]
Eric Mackay's poem: ElËanore

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