Stephen Phillips

My dead love came to me, and said, 'God gives me one hour's rest, To spend with thee on earth again:

My dead love came to me, and said, 'God gives me one hour's rest, To spend with thee on earth again:

Me in far lands did Justice call, cold queen Among the dead, who after heat and haste At length have leisure for her steadfast voice,

Me in far lands did Justice call, cold queen Among the dead, who after heat and haste At length have leisure for her steadfast voice,

No Muse will I invoke; for she is fled! Lo! where she sits, breathing, yet all but dead. She loved the heavens of old, she thought them fair;

No Muse will I invoke; for she is fled! Lo! where she sits, breathing, yet all but dead. She loved the heavens of old, she thought them fair;

I cannot look upon thy grave, Though there the rose is sweet: Better to hear the long wave wash

I cannot look upon thy grave, Though there the rose is sweet: Better to hear the long wave wash