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XVII.
THE BURNING GLARE
No friend shall follow and face the burning glare
Of thought, in those fierce realms towards which I lead:
No lesser love shall triumph, or succeed
In breathing that divine sun-stricken air.
Yet well and tenderly my sweet shall fare;—
She shall not thirst,—her white foot shall not bleed,—
She shall not pant for brook or flowery mead:
Love is enough,—and Love's fount shall be there.
Of thought, in those fierce realms towards which I lead:
No lesser love shall triumph, or succeed
In breathing that divine sun-stricken air.
Yet well and tenderly my sweet shall fare;—
She shall not thirst,—her white foot shall not bleed,—
She shall not pant for brook or flowery mead:
Love is enough,—and Love's fount shall be there.
Love's silver waters tender and divine
Shall spring around us at this staff of mine,—
The stroke of this my living staff of song:
So, through the parched-up desert as we go,
Sweet brooks of recompence shall round us flow,
And never one day's journey shall seem long.
Shall spring around us at this staff of mine,—
The stroke of this my living staff of song:
So, through the parched-up desert as we go,
Sweet brooks of recompence shall round us flow,
And never one day's journey shall seem long.
1876.
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