 | The Collected Poems of Philip Bourke Marston |  |
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BOUNDED LOVE.
All ways of common love pall on me now;
No kiss the madness of my thirst allays;
Through all my wild warm dreams deep burns thy face,
And, when I wake, I hear thy love-laugh low,
As all the amorous blood is set aglow.
Oh, for some hymn of unconjectured praise,
Some unimagined splendor of new lays,
Wherein love, bounded, might at length o'erflow!
No kiss the madness of my thirst allays;
Through all my wild warm dreams deep burns thy face,
And, when I wake, I hear thy love-laugh low,
As all the amorous blood is set aglow.
Oh, for some hymn of unconjectured praise,
Some unimagined splendor of new lays,
Wherein love, bounded, might at length o'erflow!
Oh, for an ocean of new deed and speech,
Where, no more cramped, our spirits might toss free,
As ships that revel in full wind and sea;
That living, yet beyond life, we might reach
To find some strange tide, deep and strong enough
To bear the mighty burden of our love!
Where, no more cramped, our spirits might toss free,
As ships that revel in full wind and sea;
That living, yet beyond life, we might reach
To find some strange tide, deep and strong enough
To bear the mighty burden of our love!
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