A Celebration of Women Writers

"A Love Song." by Norah M. Holland (1876-1925)
From: Spun-Yarn And Spindrift. by Norah M. Holland. London & Toronto: J. M. Dent & Sons; New York: E. P. Dutton & Co., 1918, p. 26.

Editor: Mary Mark Ockerbloom

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LOVE came to me once more,
  His wings all drenched with rain;
Silent his singing lips,
  His eyes were dark with pain.

Dead roses in his hands–
  Gone were the flowers of yore;
Only a poor, grey ghost,
  Love lingered at my door.

Wasted his rounded limbs
  And grey his golden hair–
Poor, shadowy, silent God,
  Who once had been so fair.

"O Love, great Love," I cried,
  "Why come you thus to me ?"
"I am Love's ghost," he said;
  "Men name me Memory."

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Editor: Mary Mark Ockerbloom