Annotations FORSAKING HAVE you seen the olives at set of sun, How their fiery maze, That tossed him his sparkles, snatched his rays. Becomes a region of limitless grays. Dead, bough on bough. For lack of the sun ? Love, this is how Living would be if thy life were ran : Leave me not, thou ! Book traversal links for Have you seen the olives at set of sun ‹ Though I sing high, and chaunt above her Up Shall there ever be a morn ›