 | The Irish Poems of Alfred Perceval Graves |  |
IN REASON'S DESPITE
Because when the moon shed a lustre divine,
For one magical moment her spirit met mine;
And to-day she went by
With a laugh in her eye,
Yet no soft look of promise, what quarrel have I?
I might just as well blame a beautiful star
For flashing her spell over earth from afar,
And then speeding on through the shadowy night
To some orb beyond ours her pure message of light.
For one magical moment her spirit met mine;
And to-day she went by
With a laugh in her eye,
Yet no soft look of promise, what quarrel have I?
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For flashing her spell over earth from afar,
And then speeding on through the shadowy night
To some orb beyond ours her pure message of light.
Or, because, when I've sought the Queen Rose on her throne
A chance breeze has caught her sweet breath to my own,
If that exquisite scent
By the breeze is besprent
For another's delight, shall I show discontent?
Still in reason's despite, at my heart there's a hope,
As frail yet as bright as the gossamer rope,
That shall float up to thee from life's dull prison bars,
My Rose of all roses, my Star of all stars!
A chance breeze has caught her sweet breath to my own,
If that exquisite scent
By the breeze is besprent
For another's delight, shall I show discontent?
Still in reason's despite, at my heart there's a hope,
As frail yet as bright as the gossamer rope,
That shall float up to thee from life's dull prison bars,
My Rose of all roses, my Star of all stars!
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