Frederick George Scott

COLLECTED POEMS


 

At Last



I once did dread your coming but you came;
        And your two eyes, as deep in mystery
                As is the sea,
                    Set me aflame.

What the world was before, I know not now:

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        Were the skies blue? And did suns rise and set?
                I do forget,
                    O peerless brow!

In the deep joy enfolding us tonight,
        All past is dead, all future vague and dim,

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                Full to the brim,
                    Our soul’s delight. [Page 66]