FORGIVE – that thus the trumpet I have blown
You never sounded – never cared to hear.
The world, I know, can give no smile or tear
To those whose story it has never known.
But must the poet tune his lyre alone
To themes of passionate hope or love or fear, –
Or thoughts of loftier flight, yet shun the clear
Affection of two brothers’ hearts at one?
If gallant sonneteers may sing the light
And radiant demoiselles of olden time –
If in their melodies they may not slight
The fleeting passion of their youthful prime,
The old true loves from boyhood ever bright
Are surely worth the tribute of a rhyme.
(Christopher Pearse Cranch)
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