The Statue.



The Statue.


I.

    See where my lady stands,
    Lifting her lustrous hands, -
    Here let me bow.
    Image of truth and grace!
    Maid with the angel-face!
    Earth was no dwelling-place
    For such as thou.


II.

    Ah, thou unhappy stone,
    Make now thy sorrows known;
    Make known thy longing.
    Thou art the form of one
    Whom I, with hopes undone,
    Buried at set of sun, -
    All the friends thronging.


III.

    Thou art some Vision bright
    Lost out of Heaven at night,
    Far from thy race.
    Oft when the others dance,
    Come I, with wistful glance,
    Fearful lest thou, perchance,
    Leave the dark place.


IV.

    No! thou wilt never flee,
    Earth has a charm for thee; -
    Why should we sever?
    Years have I seen thee so,
    Making pretence to go,
    Lifting thine arms of snow, -
    Voiceless for ever!


V.

    Here bring I all my cares,
    Here dream and say my prayers
    While the bells toll.
    O thou belovèd saint!
    Let not my courage faint,
    Let not a shame, or taint,
    Injure my soul!

Eric Mackay

Eric Mackay, born on June 1, 1851, was a noted English poet whose work gained recognition in the late 19th century. He is best known for his sonnets and lyrical poetry, which were celebrated for their emotional depth and technical mastery. His most famous work, 'Love Letters of a Violinist,' was well-received during his lifetime. Mackay's contributions to English literature have been acknowledged for their artistic merit. He passed away on June 8, 1898.

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I.

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II.

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Letter III. Regrets.


I.

    When I did wake, to-day, a bird of Heaven,
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    Did seem to sing a song for my delight;
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    Sweeter to hear than lute-strings that are seven;
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II.

    O glorious sun! I thought, O gracious king,
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Love Letters of a Violinist. Letter V. Confessions.



Letter V. Confessions.


I.

    O Lady mine! O Lady of my Life!
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II.

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I.

    I walk again beside the roaring sea,
    And once again I harken to the speech
    Of waves exulting on the madden'd beach.
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    A shuddering sound of God's eternity, -
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II.

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I.

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II.

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Mirage.

I.

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II.

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