The Poetical Works of George Barlow In Ten [Eleven] Volumes |
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TO “YOU”
I name thee not. Thou art too sweet to name.—
In heaven thou shalt be music or a flower,
A portion of God's bright sky, or a flame,
Or singing-bird in some celestial bower.
I seal thee mine by true love's kingly power,
Aye, mine the more for this world's empty blame:
I only love thee more, sweet hour by hour,
Though loveless voices cry, “Such love is shame!”
In heaven thou shalt be music or a flower,
A portion of God's bright sky, or a flame,
Or singing-bird in some celestial bower.
I seal thee mine by true love's kingly power,
Aye, mine the more for this world's empty blame:
I only love thee more, sweet hour by hour,
Though loveless voices cry, “Such love is shame!”
We will caress in roses,—and when night
Is on the earth our passion shall be one
With the vast passion of the moon and stars.
When morning puts the starry hosts to flight
Our lips shall meet, in presence of the sun:
Yea, in earth's prison, we kiss between the bars.
Is on the earth our passion shall be one
With the vast passion of the moon and stars.
When morning puts the starry hosts to flight
Our lips shall meet, in presence of the sun:
Yea, in earth's prison, we kiss between the bars.
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