Poems by Jean Ingelow | ||
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LOVE.
Who veileth love should first have vanquished fate.She folded up the dream in her deep heart,
Her fair full lips were silent on that smart,
Thick-fringèd eyes did on the grasses wait.
What good? one eloquent blush, but one, and straight
The meaning of a life was known; for art
Is often foiled in playing nature's part,
And time holds nothing long inviolate.
Earth's buried seed springs up—slowly, or fast:
The ring came home, that one in ages past
Flung to the keeping of unfathomed seas:
And golden apples on the mystic trees
Were sought and found, and borne away at last,
Though watched of the divine Hesperides.
Poems by Jean Ingelow | ||