Matin Bells and Scarlet and Gold By "F. Harald Williams"[i.e. F. W. O. Ward]. First Edition |
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ANONYMA.
O the magic of the moonlight in the starry Southern skies
Crowns her dark delicious hair,
And the passion of the midnight to her large and lanquid eyes
Gives the glamour of an air,
Full of all dear dreams and fancies
And unwritten strange romances;
Grief that as you feel its presence waves its pretty wings and flies,
Glory of a god's despair,
Joy that ere you touch its tender dew and bloom and beauty dies
With the flutter
Of its utter
Ravishment and ecstasies.
Crowns her dark delicious hair,
And the passion of the midnight to her large and lanquid eyes
Gives the glamour of an air,
Full of all dear dreams and fancies
And unwritten strange romances;
Grief that as you feel its presence waves its pretty wings and flies,
Glory of a god's despair,
Joy that ere you touch its tender dew and bloom and beauty dies
With the flutter
Of its utter
Ravishment and ecstasies.
But I rather far would perish than betray her precious name,
For if it were ever told
Then her grace which is her secrecy would vanish as a flame
And her altars would turn cold
In the groves among the mountains,
And the Naiads at the fountains
Would go mourning with dishevelled locks and sweetness not the same
And with faces gray and old;
Ah, the wounded earth would sicken through the fibres of her frame,
If one lover
Did discover
But the shadow of a shame.
For if it were ever told
Then her grace which is her secrecy would vanish as a flame
And her altars would turn cold
In the groves among the mountains,
And the Naiads at the fountains
Would go mourning with dishevelled locks and sweetness not the same
And with faces gray and old;
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If one lover
Did discover
But the shadow of a shame.
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