 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
TO LADY J. HERSCHEL.
O Lady, mate with no unequal mind
Of him who, in his world-compelling glass,
A mighty master, made the planets pass,
And wonders to which mortal eyes were blind;
Of him who, in his world-compelling glass,
A mighty master, made the planets pass,
And wonders to which mortal eyes were blind;
If he, who was far greater than his kind,
Is gone fresh marvels to record and class,
Their glory has not fled from sky and grass,
And other vaster worlds are yet to find.
Is gone fresh marvels to record and class,
Their glory has not fled from sky and grass,
And other vaster worlds are yet to find.
Queen among women, thine is still the rod,
Before which open the most hidden bars
Of heavenly spaces, where no discord jars;
Before which open the most hidden bars
Of heavenly spaces, where no discord jars;
Though with unfaltering feet, as thou hast trod,
Thou treadest still the lowliest earthly sod,
Thy heart is yet among its native stars.
Thou treadest still the lowliest earthly sod,
Thy heart is yet among its native stars.
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |