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 | My Lyrical Life |  |
“O thou Belovèd! O thou Beautiful!
On our perfection throned for pedestal:
O Spirit as the lightning wild and bright,
Come from thy palace of the purple light!
Come down to mortal arms a living form,
With heavenly height of brow, and bosom warm.
Glow human from the mist, thou Shape of Grace;
Thou tender wonder, fold me face to face.
Art thou not mine, thou delicate Delight?
Hast thou not visited me noon and night?
Freighted with my dead Hopes I follow thee,
Like some Norse Sea-king flaming out to sea.
Say, are the pleasant bowers far away,
Decked by thy dear hands for our Marriage-day,
Where we the gardens of delight shall roam
In endless love? Now wilt thou lead me home,
To find our bliss in heaven's honied heart;
Live secret soul to soul, never to part?
On our perfection throned for pedestal:
O Spirit as the lightning wild and bright,
Come from thy palace of the purple light!
Come down to mortal arms a living form,
With heavenly height of brow, and bosom warm.
Glow human from the mist, thou Shape of Grace;
Thou tender wonder, fold me face to face.
Art thou not mine, thou delicate Delight?
Hast thou not visited me noon and night?
Freighted with my dead Hopes I follow thee,
Like some Norse Sea-king flaming out to sea.
Say, are the pleasant bowers far away,
Decked by thy dear hands for our Marriage-day,
Where we the gardens of delight shall roam
In endless love? Now wilt thou lead me home,
To find our bliss in heaven's honied heart;
Live secret soul to soul, never to part?
“O awful Glory, felt, but nowhere found,
I have but seen thy Shadow on life's ground.
I know thee now, Immortal! show the way
To thine Elysium, I would die to-day.
Break into wings this chrysalis of my life,
That I may soar to thee my spirit-wife.
Thy dark bower-door, the Grave, gives me no fear;
When I emerge beyond, thou wilt be near.”
I have but seen thy Shadow on life's ground.
I know thee now, Immortal! show the way
To thine Elysium, I would die to-day.
Break into wings this chrysalis of my life,
That I may soar to thee my spirit-wife.
Thy dark bower-door, the Grave, gives me no fear;
When I emerge beyond, thou wilt be near.”
| My Lyrical Life | |