O God, forgive me that I ranged <br />My live into a dream of love! <br />Will tears of anguish never wash <br />The passion from my blood? <br /> <br />Love kept my heart in a song of joy, <br />My pulses quivered to the tune; <br />The coldest blasts of winter blew <br />Upon me like sweet airs in June. <br /> <br />Love floated on the mists of morn <br />And rested on the sunset’s rays; <br />He calmed the thunder of the storm <br />And lighted all my ways. <br /> <br />Love held me joyful through the day <br />And dreaming ever through the night; <br />No evil thing could come to me, <br />My spirit was so light. <br /> <br />O Heaven help my foolish heart <br />Which heeded not the passing time <br />That dragged my idol from its place <br />And shattered all its shrine.<br /><br />Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-passing-of-love/
