FREE BOOKS

Author's List




PREV.   NEXT  
|<   29   30   31   32   33   34   35   36   37   38   39   40   41   >>  
Amid the frenzies of my passion-quest? Wilt look ungently, and without a tear, On all the pangs I bear at thy behest? ii. Morning and eve I cease not, when I kneel To my Redeemer for my spirit's weal And for my body's,--as becomes a man,-- Morning and eve I cease not in the span Of all my days, O thou Unconquer'd One! To pray for thee, and do what may be done To re-acquire the friendship I have lost, Which is the holiest thing beneath the sun. iii. For what is fame that with so loud a voice O'ersways the nations? What the random choice Of sight and sound which makes the place we fill So fraught with good, so redolent of ill? Where is the thunderstorm of yesternight That shook the clouds? And where the levin's blight That spake of chaos and the Judgment Day? And where the wisdom of a king's delight? iv. Could I be kiss'd of thee, or crown'd of men, I'd choose the kiss. I'd be ordained then Lord of myself, and not the slave I seem To each new doubt. Our tryste was like a dream And yet 'twas true. For oft, by wonder-chance, We find the path to many a bright romance, And many a tilt and tourney of dear love In which the brave are vanquish'd by a glance. v. To lie alone with thee one little hour, And cling to thee as flower may cling to flower, With no rough thought beyond the peace thereof,-- To be thy comrade, and to don and doff The little chain that hangs about thy neck,-- To do all this, my Fair One! and to fleck Thine eyes with kisses, were a righteous deed, And not a thing for Love to hold in check. vi. Nay, there are dimples which I long to taste, And there's a girdle fit for Phoebe's waist Which I would loosen; for I have the skill To handle lilies; and, by Venus' will, I'd handle thee, and comfort thee therein. For love's a sacrament I'd die to win, And not a toy nor yet a subterfuge; And not a pitfall for the feet of sin. vii. The searching suddenness of thy blue eyes, The flash thereof, the fire that in them lies,-- All this I yearn to,--all the soul of thee Shown in thy looks, as though to solace me In some disaster portion'd out as mine. Where thou abidest, where thy limbs recline, Where thou'rt absorb'd in silence or in prayer, There stands a throne, there gleams a fairy shrine. viii. I am, indeed, more subject to thy sway Than trees are subject, in their tender way, To earth's great king revolving round the sphere. I
PREV.   NEXT  
|<   29   30   31   32   33   34   35   36   37   38   39   40   41   >>  



Top keywords:
handle
 

Morning

 

thereof

 
flower
 

subject

 

thought

 

girdle

 

Phoebe

 

comfort

 

lilies


loosen

 
righteous
 

kisses

 
dimples
 
comrade
 

throne

 

stands

 

gleams

 

shrine

 

prayer


recline

 

absorb

 

silence

 

revolving

 

sphere

 
tender
 

abidest

 

searching

 

suddenness

 

pitfall


subterfuge

 

disaster

 
portion
 

solace

 

sacrament

 

beneath

 

holiest

 

acquire

 

friendship

 

ersways


nations
 
fraught
 

random

 

choice

 

Unconquer

 
ungently
 

frenzies

 
passion
 
behest
 

spirit