LOST LOVE
Reading edition
You have her mouth of grief,— Your parted lips half-shape a moan; You have her brow branded with memory; You have her downcast eyes Brooding like doves above the body’s need; You have her heart of love Where music flows And sorrows nurse. O Voice of all lost love and agony, Cecilia, Saint, We beg the healing of your breast, Music at our lips And sleep!