| George William (“A. E.”) Russell (1867–1935). Collected Poems by A.E. 1913. |
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| 135. Our Thrones Decay |
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| I SAID my pleasure shall not move; | |
| It is not fixed in things apart: | |
| Seeking not love—but yet to love— | |
| I put my trust in mine own heart. | |
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| I knew the fountain of the deep | 5 |
| Wells up with living joy, unfed: | |
| Such joys the lonely heart may keep, | |
| And love grow rich with love unwed. | |
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| Still flows the ancient fount sublime;— | |
| But, ah, for my heart, shed tears, shed tears; | 10 |
| Not it, but love, has scorn of time, | |
| It turns to dust beneath the years. | |
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