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 | The Collected Poems of Philip Bourke Marston |  |
293
OUTER SADNESS.
I held my Love against my heart, and knew
The deep dehght of loving her; yea, all
The maddenmg sweetness, when beyond recall,
Her lips through mine my longing spirit drew
And uttermost heaven opened to my view,
Where she and I with Love kept festival.
But with the calm that followed, and the fall
Of gentler kisses, soft and sweet as dew,
The deep dehght of loving her; yea, all
The maddenmg sweetness, when beyond recall,
Her lips through mine my longing spirit drew
And uttermost heaven opened to my view,
Where she and I with Love kept festival.
But with the calm that followed, and the fall
Of gentler kisses, soft and sweet as dew,
Came in the March wind's melancholy voice,
A weary monster seeking after prey;
And farther off I seem to eatch the noise
Of waves that hiss and thunder while they slay,—
A sudden terror seized me 'mid my joys,
And “Death” was all the word Love found to say.
A weary monster seeking after prey;
And farther off I seem to eatch the noise
Of waves that hiss and thunder while they slay,—
A sudden terror seized me 'mid my joys,
And “Death” was all the word Love found to say.
| The Collected Poems of Philip Bourke Marston | |