Eos: An Epic of the Dawn, and Other Poems

By Nicholas Flood Davin

 

NUMBERS.

 
A few words all surcharged with deepest heart—
    And all the fun and frolic die away.
    I read your letters—all their charming play
Of wit but causes bitter tears to start.

Talk not of numbers—these are counted o’er,
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    And bear proportion. In my reckoning now
    Is none like thee. From chin to dark-crown’d brow,
Thy face—love’s cameo carved in memory’s core.

Thy liquid laughter haunts like old world song,
    And thro’ all my all too darkened days thy smiles,
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    Like sudden sunbeams in old dusky aisles,
Dispelling gloom, dispersing thoughts of wrong.

And come what may—you first and last must be;
    The star that lingers when the rest have set;
    A light of joy I never can forget;
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A power that sways around me like the sea. [Page 89]