Wild honey from various thyme By Michael Field [i.e. K. H. Bradley and E. E. Cooper] |
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Tall lilies ranged in quires around us in the room
Where of Fate's careful hands at last we came to meet;
After long years we rose as spirits of fresh plume,
And standing, side by side, smiled at our love's defeat:
Where of Fate's careful hands at last we came to meet;
After long years we rose as spirits of fresh plume,
And standing, side by side, smiled at our love's defeat:
Beside us, yet, it seemed, below us and removed,
Freeing us as the slave that keeps his master free,
Those twain, each dearer than our liberty,
Of whom Love breaking on us found us fast beloved.
Freeing us as the slave that keeps his master free,
Those twain, each dearer than our liberty,
Of whom Love breaking on us found us fast beloved.
We were among our dreams; and fearless, seal on seal,
We opened them; the lilies breathed about our heads;
More keen of sword those incorrupt and fresh-pierced beds
Swung, tingling on our souls perfumes of strange appeal.
We opened them; the lilies breathed about our heads;
More keen of sword those incorrupt and fresh-pierced beds
Swung, tingling on our souls perfumes of strange appeal.
An instant left alone, I lit a little fire.—
Thou with thy open hands! I rose beside the flame:
Murmur there was between us of “The same!”—“The same!”
Then regally we turned back to that lilied quire.
Thou with thy open hands! I rose beside the flame:
Murmur there was between us of “The same!”—“The same!”
Then regally we turned back to that lilied quire.
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