 | The Collected Poems of Philip Bourke Marston |  |
VI.
I said to you, my songs, in other days,
Go forth! and say now, in my lady's ear,
“From love's intense and stormy atmosphere
Our life is given. Where fierce passions blaze,
And great despair through the soul's echoing ways
Rolls thunder-like, we circle: but are here,
To say the storm shall cease, the heavens clear,
If so thou wilt have pity, in thy grace.”
Go forth! and say now, in my lady's ear,
“From love's intense and stormy atmosphere
Our life is given. Where fierce passions blaze,
And great despair through the soul's echoing ways
Rolls thunder-like, we circle: but are here,
To say the storm shall cease, the heavens clear,
If so thou wilt have pity, in thy grace.”
And as men read, the Saviour of mankind,
When his disciples in their hour of dread
Called on Him, rose, and quell'd the waves and wind,—
So at her answer all the tempest fled,
And love's high heaven was filled from end to end
With light no lesser heavens can apprehend.
When his disciples in their hour of dread
Called on Him, rose, and quell'd the waves and wind,—
So at her answer all the tempest fled,
And love's high heaven was filled from end to end
With light no lesser heavens can apprehend.
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