 | Gathered poems of Ernest Myers |  |
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LIFE WITHIN LIFE
The shepherd lover of old Sicily,
Pouring melodious plaint in doubt's despite
Before the cave that hid his love from sight,
Would fain have been the tawny mountain-bee,
That on like honey-seeking wing might he
Flit in beneath the hanging ivy bright
And tremulous fern, and fly to his Delight,
Even her for whom his heart longed lovingly.
Mine is that bliss and more, for while I roam
Through the strange world, my heart one image bears
Of one pure bower, one chosen sanctuary,
Where Love and Truth and Beauty make their home,
Secret and sure, and make my home with theirs,
Builded for these and me immovably.
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