For Ever

He heard it first upon the lips of love,
        And loved it for loves sake;
A faithful word, that knows nor time nor change,
        Nor lone heart-break.

It sung across his heart-strings like a breath
        Of Heavens faithfulness, that whispered Never
To part, to lose, to linger from your gaze.
        She said, I love for ever.

He heard it then upon the lips of death,
        Of things that fade and die;
A word of sorrow never to be stilled,
        An ever echoing sigh.

And loneliness within his soul did dwell,
        And struck upon his heart-strings, crying Never
To meet, to have, to hold, to see again.
        She said, Good-bye for ever.

Dora Sigerson Shorter

Dora Sigerson Shorter was an Irish poet and sculptor born in Dublin in 1866. She was one of the leading figures of the Irish Literary Revival, a movement that aimed to promote Irish literature and culture in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. She was also a close friend of W.B. Yeats and married the writer and journalist Clement King Shorter. Dora's work often dealt with themes of Irish nationalism and folklore, and she published several volumes of poetry before her untimely death in 1918.

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