Previous Poem  |  Return to the Poetry index page  |  Next Poem The End by Lionel Pigot Johnson (1887) I gave you more than love: many times more: I gave mine honour into your fair keeping. You lost mine honour: wherefore now restore The love, I gave; not dead, but cold and sleeping. You loveless, I dishonoured, go our ways: Dead is the past: dead must be all my days. Death and the shadows tarry not: fulfil Your years with folly and love's imitation. You had mine all: mine only now, to kill All trembling memories of mine adoration. That done, to lie me down, and die, and dream, What once, I thought you were: what still you seem. Previous Poem  |  Return to the Poetry index page  |  Next Poem

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