 | Poems : medley and Palestina |  |
The Vestal.
All the day we are holden asunder
By destiny's infinite hands,
By society's carping and wonder;
By creeds and their stony commands,
By the chidings of dogma and virtue,
By maidenhood's blush in your face,
By my terror lest loving may hurt you,
By conscience and grace.
By destiny's infinite hands,
By society's carping and wonder;
By creeds and their stony commands,
By the chidings of dogma and virtue,
By maidenhood's blush in your face,
By my terror lest loving may hurt you,
By conscience and grace.
But at night, in the Eden of slumber,
All obstacles fade and depart;
Nor the planets nor man may encumber
My way to your side and your heart;
I believe that my longings have won you
To render my soul its desire;
I believe that my kisses fall on you
Like rose leaves of fire.
All obstacles fade and depart;
Nor the planets nor man may encumber
My way to your side and your heart;
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To render my soul its desire;
I believe that my kisses fall on you
Like rose leaves of fire.
So we live till the moment of waking
Removes you and joy from my side;
Yes, the day in its envious breaking
Has stolen my virginal bride,
Who laid on my shoulder her tresses
And smiled when I called her my own;
It has borne her from vows and caresses,
And left me alone.
Removes you and joy from my side;
Yes, the day in its envious breaking
Has stolen my virginal bride,
Who laid on my shoulder her tresses
And smiled when I called her my own;
It has borne her from vows and caresses,
And left me alone.
| Poems : medley and Palestina | |