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Frederick Philip Grove
THE DIRGE
(IM 15, 1-33)
e-Edition by Gaby Divay
© August 2007
How to cite this e-Edition
of Grove's The DIRGE
XV. "She
lives in me..."[8]
by
Frederick Philip Grove
She lives in me and henceforth
am I but
A sacred vessel or a holy shrine
In which, inviolate, mysteries are shut
Such as, unseen, give power to divine
That which is worthy, not of me, but her.
Once did she look on me as her guide:
But if I led, it was but to confer
Selfhood upon her, hardly yet espied
By her own soul, though clearly seen by me.
Even then I often weighed what I should do
So that, in retrospection, one day she,
Remembering, might approve and find me true.
She is no more; and I was left alone
To mirror what, alas, she might have been.
Mine is the office of him who has known:
I am a priest, initiate, who has seen.
In Memoriam 15/15 |
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Grove, Frederick Philip. POEMS:
In Memoriam Phyllis May Grove. THE DIRGE (IM15,1-33).
e-Edition, Gaby Divay. Winnipeg: UM Archives & Special
Collections, ©2007.
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