Matin Bells and Scarlet and Gold By "F. Harald Williams"[i.e. F. W. O. Ward]. First Edition |
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SCARLET AND GOLD.
Scarlet for lips and gold for the tresses,
Balm for the bosom seat of all truth,
Fire for the love and loyal caresses
Burning and shining out of sheer youth;
Snow for the whiteness, heart's infiniteness,
Drawn from the deep
Heavenly mountains' virginal fountains,
Rainbowed with sleep!
Ice of the winter, pledge for the purity
Guarding a jewel sacred from strife;
Terrible coldness, awful security
Sealing the honour dearer than life.
Balm for the bosom seat of all truth,
Fire for the love and loyal caresses
Burning and shining out of sheer youth;
Snow for the whiteness, heart's infiniteness,
Drawn from the deep
Heavenly mountains' virginal fountains,
Rainbowed with sleep!
Ice of the winter, pledge for the purity
Guarding a jewel sacred from strife;
Terrible coldness, awful security
Sealing the honour dearer than life.
Scarlet for lips and gold for the tresses,
Lilies for fair and beautiful arms
Opening with shy and shadowed addresses
Gladly to suffering exquisite charms;
Roses for splendour, spells that surrender
Wholly their bliss;
Seal of all fragrance, vision and vagrance,
Kind as God's kiss.
Day with its breadths for gifts of her lavishment
Not without thorns and clouds in the light,
Night with its purple robe for a ravishment
Mingling the flame and frost in one might.
Lilies for fair and beautiful arms
Opening with shy and shadowed addresses
Gladly to suffering exquisite charms;
Roses for splendour, spells that surrender
Wholly their bliss;
Seal of all fragrance, vision and vagrance,
Kind as God's kiss.
Day with its breadths for gifts of her lavishment
Not without thorns and clouds in the light,
Night with its purple robe for a ravishment
Mingling the flame and frost in one might.
Scarlet for lips and gold for the tresses,
Gray for the English glory of eyes
Lit beyond dreams of all poet guesses,
Fresh with the dew from dawning of skies;
May for her moral, pink of the coral
Warming her cheek
Cunningly painted, sad in a sainted
Aureole meek.
Bloom of the grape, and summer for suavity
Clothing her acts that nothing may bend,
Iron for purpose armed with a gravity
Stately to one predestinate end.
Gray for the English glory of eyes
Lit beyond dreams of all poet guesses,
Fresh with the dew from dawning of skies;
May for her moral, pink of the coral
Warming her cheek
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Aureole meek.
Bloom of the grape, and summer for suavity
Clothing her acts that nothing may bend,
Iron for purpose armed with a gravity
Stately to one predestinate end.
Scarlet for lips and gold for the tresses,
Breath of the ocean wind for her way
Saucy and sure, the green wildernesses
Wide for the freedom strong and her stay.
Rills for her motion, rocks her devotion
Rooted in trust;
All that is pleasant, in her is present—
Works what it must.
Such are our daughters, gentle and womanly,
Tender and fearless, faithful and true;
Doing their daily services humanly,
Giving to man and the Maker their due.
Breath of the ocean wind for her way
Saucy and sure, the green wildernesses
Wide for the freedom strong and her stay.
Rills for her motion, rocks her devotion
Rooted in trust;
All that is pleasant, in her is present—
Works what it must.
Such are our daughters, gentle and womanly,
Tender and fearless, faithful and true;
Doing their daily services humanly,
Giving to man and the Maker their due.
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