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WHY DO I LOVE? |
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 | The Collected Poems of Philip Bourke Marston |  |
SONNET XXXVIII. WHY DO I LOVE?
What is the thing for which I love thee best?
It taxes me to say; but this I know,
Thy tender regal beauty moves me so
That my heart beats and leaps within my breast,
As might the sea 'twixt narrow shores compressed —
Haply for this, or smiles that come and go
About thy mouth, or music sweet and low
Of thy clear voice, wherein is perfect rest,
It taxes me to say; but this I know,
Thy tender regal beauty moves me so
That my heart beats and leaps within my breast,
As might the sea 'twixt narrow shores compressed —
Haply for this, or smiles that come and go
About thy mouth, or music sweet and low
Of thy clear voice, wherein is perfect rest,
Or for high intellect, that as a light
Kindles the mind that straight illumes thy face,
Or for thy soul's deep tenderness that flows
Through every tone, and lingers in thy gaze,—
For these known things I love with all love's might,
And for the things beyond which no man knows.
Kindles the mind that straight illumes thy face,
Or for thy soul's deep tenderness that flows
Through every tone, and lingers in thy gaze,—
For these known things I love with all love's might,
And for the things beyond which no man knows.
| The Collected Poems of Philip Bourke Marston | |