 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
TO AGNES.
O Agnes, did I do thee wrong that harms,
Who scorned at first the riches of thy grace,
Nor dreamed of all the large imperial space
Where walks thy spirit, which no fear alarms?
Who scorned at first the riches of thy grace,
Nor dreamed of all the large imperial space
Where walks thy spirit, which no fear alarms?
But now I see the grandeur of thy charms,
The glory of thy proud and peerless face,
The poetry of every queenly pace,
The heaven within the circle of thy arms.
The glory of thy proud and peerless face,
The poetry of every queenly pace,
The heaven within the circle of thy arms.
I feel the greatness of thy royal soul,
And when I bow my pride beneath thy feet,
I know such service is a freedom sweet;
And when I bow my pride beneath thy feet,
I know such service is a freedom sweet;
And now, though mighty seas between us roll,
Accept the love I can no more control,
And let forgiveness my confession meet.
Accept the love I can no more control,
And let forgiveness my confession meet.
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |