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Its own intensitude!”
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When do I see thee most, beloved one?
Before thy face, their altar, solemnizeThe worship of that Love through thee made known?Or when in the dusk hours, (we two alone,)Close-kissed and eloquent of still repliesThy twilight-hidden glimmering visage lies,And my soul only sees thy soul its own?O love, my love! if I no more should seeThyself, nor on the earth the shadow of…
AH! dear one, we were young so long,
For skies and trees were ever in songAnd water in singing flowIn the days we never again shall know.Alas, so long!Ah! then was it all Spring weather?Nay, but we were young and together.Ah! dear one, I’ve been old so long,It seems that age is loth to part,Though days and years have never a song,And oh!…
Master of the murmuring courts
Lo! my spirit here exhortsAll the powers of thy demesneFor their aid to woo my queen.What reportsYield thy jealous courts unseen?Vaporous, unaccountable,Dreamland lies forlorn of light,Hollow like a breathing shell.Ah! that from all dreams I mightChoose one dream and guide its flight!I know wellWhat her sleep should tell to-night.There the dreams are multitudes:Some that will…
Sweet twining hedgeflowers wind-stirred in no wise
Still glades; and meeting faces scarcely fann’d:—An osier-odoured stream that draws the skiesDeep to its heart; and mirrored eyes in eyes:—Fresh hourly wonder o’er the Summer landOf light and cloud; and two souls softly spann’dWith one o’erarching heaven of smiles and sighs:—Even such their path, whose bodies lean untoEach other’s visible sweetness amorously,—Whose passionate hearts…
ROBE d’or, mais rien ne veut
A golden robe, yet will she wearOnly a rose in her golden hair.
Sometimes she is a child within mine arms,
With still tears showering and averted face,Inexplicably filled with faint alarms:And oft from mine own spirit’s hurtling harmsI crave the refuge of her deep embrace,—Against all ills the fortified strong placeAnd sweet reserve of sovereign counter-charms.And Love, our light at night and shade at noon,Lulls us to rest with songs, and turns awayAll shafts of…