Once There Was Time

Let no tears fall
If then they fell not.
If eyes told nothing,
Now let them tell not.
Once there was time
For words, looks and tears:
That time is past, is past--
Heart, thou shalt tell not!

Beyond any speech
Is silence bitter,
As between love and love
Nothing is sweeter.
Once there was time, time yet
For words, looks and tears ...
Past, past, past, past--
Nothing so bitter!

Now if tears come
That then fell never;
If eyes such sad, sad things
Look now for ever;
If words, looks or tears
Tremble with telling,
Oh, what returning voice is it whispers
Never, never, never!

John Frederick Freeman

John Frederick Freeman was a British poet, notable as a Georgian poet. He was born in London and worked initially as an office boy and later as a clerk before gaining recognition for his poetic works. Freeman primarily wrote about nature, identity, and the human condition. Over the course of his literary career, he published several books of poetry, and his works were praised for their sincerity and technical excellence. His notable collections include 'Presage of Victory' and 'Stone Trees.'

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For the last time,
The last, last time,
The last ...
All those last times have I lived through again,
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The days of these two years like busy ants
Have gone, confused and happy and distressed,
Rich, yet sad with aching wants,
Crowded, yet lonely and unblessed.

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Till creeping joy and brief alarm
Are gone and prick me not again.

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And the red embers of desire
I would not, oh, nor dare remove!

Where is the bosom my head rested on,
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She cried. And I,
"Thou foolish dear, but call not dark this hour;
What night doth lour?"
And nought did she reply,
But in her eye
The clamorous trouble spoke, and then was still.

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Or even with troubled eye
Teach me her fear, that I might seek
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How while I slept the dense night through
Treachery's worm her fainting fealty slew.

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I would not wish new joy to gain;
I only wish for one delight,--
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Let me not see your grief!
O, let not any see
That grief,
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Like a temple with long earthquake shocks.
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Your grief.

These eyes have seen such wrong,
Yet remained cold:
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Corruption's many-headed worm
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Into the brain
Where thought had walked
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