Whom hast thou longed for most,
True love of mine?
Whom hast thou loved and lost?
Lo, she is thine!
She that another wed
Breaks from her vow;
She that hath long been dead
Wakes for thee now.
Dreams haunt the hapless bed,
Ghosts haunt the night,
Life crowns her living head,
Love and Delight.
Nay, not a dream nor ghost,
Nay, but Divine,
She that was loved and lost
Waits to be thine!
The Promise Of Helen
Andrew Lang
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Poem topics: dream, life, night, head, long, delight, true, ghost, divine, lost, thine, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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