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We shared the silent faith and truth of things] |
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Poems and dramas of George Cabot Lodge | ||
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[XIII
We shared the silent faith and truth of things]
We shared the silent faith and truth of things!Her life seemed all in all to sing to me,
And mine replied in clear antiphony,
Wild as the music of wind-smitten strings.
Hers was the mood of one who subtly sings
In low, long sunsets by a windless sea;
Far in her languid eyes I seemed to see
The flash of unimagined lightenings.
And when against her breast I felt the core
Of life grow eager, while within her kiss
Trembled the broken rhythm of her blood,
I cried, “O slay thy worshippers, O God
Of Love! for life must be forevermore
After this joy a lesser joy than this!”
Poems and dramas of George Cabot Lodge | ||