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“MELODRAMATIC, OVER-SWEET.”—
A Critic.
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“MELODRAMATIC, OVER-SWEET.”— A Critic.
SONNET
The rose is over-red, the sunset-air
Is over-golden, and the moonlit sea
Is over-radiant, critic-friend, for thee,
And the wide starlit night is over-fair,—
The summer's blossom-breath too sweet to bear,
Too white the snowdrop in its purity,
Too rich the furze-bloom on the wind-swept lea,
Too delicate the scent of flower-sweet hair.
Is over-golden, and the moonlit sea
Is over-radiant, critic-friend, for thee,
And the wide starlit night is over-fair,—
The summer's blossom-breath too sweet to bear,
Too white the snowdrop in its purity,
Too rich the furze-bloom on the wind-swept lea,
Too delicate the scent of flower-sweet hair.
Go thou thy way in peace, and dwell with those
Who, knowing not God nor woman, never knew
Eternal life within the folded rose
That gives her lips their fragrance and their hue.
How canst thou dream what secrets these impart,
Woman and God, when one in body and heart?
Who, knowing not God nor woman, never knew
Eternal life within the folded rose
That gives her lips their fragrance and their hue.
How canst thou dream what secrets these impart,
Woman and God, when one in body and heart?
Dec. 28, 1901.
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