The New Day: Sonnets By Thomas Gordon Hake: With a Portrait of the Author by Dante Gabriel Rossetti: Edited, with a Preface, by W. Earl Hodgson |
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[This lily, so unconscious, has the power]
This lily, so unconscious, has the powerTo ask our love, not knowing its appeal:
All poetry were centred in a flower
Could we its many meanings read and feel.
It hides such virtue as a maiden vexeth:
She, blushing at your look, had nothing sought;
Yet now a gaze her consciousness perplexeth,
That to her cheek the rich vermilion brought.
Nature herself interprets in the rose
When she absolves such beauty of its cares,
But from a maiden bosom plucks repose,
And not the treacherous blush a moment spares.
So speech begins in silence—Nature's speech—
That poets feel, but reason cannot reach.
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