English poem
A Love Song
by Norah M. Holland (1876–1925)
Love came to me once more, His wings all drenched with rain; Silent his singing lips, His eyes were dark with pain.
Dead roses in his hands-- Gone were the flowers of yore; Only a poor, grey ghost, Love lingered at my door.
Wasted his rounded limbs And grey his golden hair-- Poor, shadowy, silent God, Who once had been so fair.
"O Love, great Love," I cried, "Why come you thus to me?" "I am Love's ghost," he said; "Men name me Memory."