The Poetical Works of George Barlow In Ten [Eleven] Volumes |
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SONNET X
“I LOVE THEE”
I twine the silent mists within my hair
And mark the morning from the mountain-peak,
While round me the sonorous thunders speak
And strange light quivers through the thin pure air.
For thee, sweetheart, this valley-rose is fair,—
Fair as thine own soft slothful recreant cheek;
Thee the gay valley-sunshine loves to seek:
Thou wouldst not the steep flowerless high paths dare.
And mark the morning from the mountain-peak,
While round me the sonorous thunders speak
And strange light quivers through the thin pure air.
For thee, sweetheart, this valley-rose is fair,—
Fair as thine own soft slothful recreant cheek;
Thee the gay valley-sunshine loves to seek:
Thou wouldst not the steep flowerless high paths dare.
And yet I love thee! though thou art so far
Away from me, I love thee, sweetheart mine!
Far down the valley thy bright soul doth shine,
Like a small radiant guiding helpful star
Seen through these tangled black grim growths of pine
To show where love and simple pleasures are.
Away from me, I love thee, sweetheart mine!
Far down the valley thy bright soul doth shine,
Like a small radiant guiding helpful star
Seen through these tangled black grim growths of pine
To show where love and simple pleasures are.
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