Whym Chow: Flame of Love By Michael Field [i.e. K. H. Bradley and E. E. Cooper] |
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[O Chow, the Peace of her I love above]
O Chow, the Peace of her I love above
All else, O feeder of her heart forlorn,
Sustainer of her torn,
Conflicted Nature with a seamless love!
All else, O feeder of her heart forlorn,
Sustainer of her torn,
Conflicted Nature with a seamless love!
Her Silence!—Light her, as with torch of fir,
O little flambeau, that hath never smoked,
Never grown dim, but ever leapt for her
Forth of its Bacchic resin; and evoked
By breath of her alone, would blaze and stir
Through desolation mountain-mists that choked
Dead hollows, till its presence came
Through them triumphant, with unbated flame.
O little flambeau, that hath never smoked,
Never grown dim, but ever leapt for her
Forth of its Bacchic resin; and evoked
By breath of her alone, would blaze and stir
Through desolation mountain-mists that choked
Dead hollows, till its presence came
Through them triumphant, with unbated flame.
Still love her, little Chow, still love thy Own,
For solely by thy leaping love she keeps
Live now on earth; and, of thy light alone,
By surety of thy brand that never sleeps,
Will she tread out her wandering with no moan,
Nor die! Unless thy ruddy flambeau leaps,
Naught can assuage her grief,
No mortal nor immortal give relief.
For solely by thy leaping love she keeps
Live now on earth; and, of thy light alone,
By surety of thy brand that never sleeps,
Will she tread out her wandering with no moan,
Nor die! Unless thy ruddy flambeau leaps,
Naught can assuage her grief,
No mortal nor immortal give relief.
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