Whym Chow: Flame of Love By Michael Field [i.e. K. H. Bradley and E. E. Cooper] |
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[Crowned with wine-steeped]
Crowned with wine-steeped
Daphne-bough,
Strewment of the black,
Sproutless ivy in thy frenzy trod,
Wine-steeped hellebore
'Neath thy ebon chin,
Thy bright corse walled in
On thy coffin-floor;
And the wine of God
Making ruddy track
On thy side, thy blood upon thy brow!
Daphne-bough,
Strewment of the black,
Sproutless ivy in thy frenzy trod,
Wine-steeped hellebore
'Neath thy ebon chin,
Thy bright corse walled in
On thy coffin-floor;
And the wine of God
Making ruddy track
On thy side, thy blood upon thy brow!
By those elements life-red,
By the blood, the wine,
O beloved, our Want, our hidden Soul,
Be our dæmon, be
Guardian-angel near
To the cruel sphere
Of our destiny,
As its changes roll
Genius half-divine,
Dear Companion, blessed as are the dead.
By the blood, the wine,
O beloved, our Want, our hidden Soul,
Be our dæmon, be
Guardian-angel near
To the cruel sphere
Of our destiny,
As its changes roll
Genius half-divine,
Dear Companion, blessed as are the dead.
Not in full-furred loveliness,
When love's shining aid
Came from brilliant eyes and glorious face—
Now we may not touch
Full-furred beauty, grand
As lions' ruby-tanned,
Nay, be with us such
As by holiest grace
Spirits have been made
Wayfarer with men, fired through to bless!
When love's shining aid
Came from brilliant eyes and glorious face—
Now we may not touch
Full-furred beauty, grand
As lions' ruby-tanned,
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As by holiest grace
Spirits have been made
Wayfarer with men, fired through to bless!
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