Elizabeth (Lizzie) Siddal: The Passing of Love

Elizabeth (Lizzie) Siddal

(1829-1862)

 

The Passing of Love

O God, forgive me that I ranged

My live into a dream of love!

Will tears of anguish never wash

The passion from my blood?

 

Love kept my heart in a song of joy,

My pulses quivered to the tune;

The coldest blasts of winter blew

Upon me like sweet airs in June.

 

Love floated on the mists of morn

And rested on the sunset’s rays;

He calmed the thunder of the storm

And lighted all my ways.

 

Love held me joyful through the day

And dreaming ever through the night;

No evil thing could come to me,

My spirit was so light.

 

O Heaven help my foolish heart

Which heeded not the passing time

That dragged my idol from its place

And shattered all its shrine.

 

Elizabeth (Lizzie) Siddal poems

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