Poems Lyrical and Dramatic By Evelyn Douglas [i.e. J. E. Barlas] |
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AMBER-HAIRED ŒNONE.
Amber-haired Œnone, come,
Let thy beauty strike me dumb,
Thy full lip's rich rose of grace
Making paler thy pale face,
Thy great eye's oer-shadowed globe,
And thy saffron-coloured robe;
Wrap me, fold me out of sight
In thy spirit's star-lit night.
Let thy beauty strike me dumb,
Thy full lip's rich rose of grace
Making paler thy pale face,
Thy great eye's oer-shadowed globe,
And thy saffron-coloured robe;
Wrap me, fold me out of sight
In thy spirit's star-lit night.
O'er the keyboard bend again,
Draw out all its hidden pain,
Wrench from earth's reluctant soul
Every tale of grief and dole,
Every broken hope and prayer
The great universe can bear,
The o'erladen universe
Groaning 'neath its heavy curse.
Draw out all its hidden pain,
Wrench from earth's reluctant soul
Every tale of grief and dole,
Every broken hope and prayer
The great universe can bear,
The o'erladen universe
Groaning 'neath its heavy curse.
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I would hear them, know them all,
Griefs and crimes that may befall:
In my spirit space is found
For Heaven's height and Hell's profound:
I would bear them, every one,
If to all men 'neath the sun
I thereby one moment could
Purchase perfect brotherhood.
Griefs and crimes that may befall:
In my spirit space is found
For Heaven's height and Hell's profound:
I would bear them, every one,
If to all men 'neath the sun
I thereby one moment could
Purchase perfect brotherhood.
Rack me with unquenched desire,
Clothe me in eternal fire,
Great disease of soul and flesh,
Breeding hourly tortures fresh,
Madness, fury, and remorse;
Make my form a living corse:
Hasten, hasten till I know
Hell has left no untried woe.
Clothe me in eternal fire,
Great disease of soul and flesh,
Breeding hourly tortures fresh,
Madness, fury, and remorse;
Make my form a living corse:
Hasten, hasten till I know
Hell has left no untried woe.
Then let all the music cease,
Bend o'er me with eyes of peace,
Green and great as shaking stars.
Following on those last sweet bars,
Silence tells me, thou and I,
Sufferers of all Destiny,
Find in all things, good and ill,
Beauty, beauty, beauty still.
Bend o'er me with eyes of peace,
Green and great as shaking stars.
Following on those last sweet bars,
Silence tells me, thou and I,
Sufferers of all Destiny,
Find in all things, good and ill,
Beauty, beauty, beauty still.
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