The Poetical Works of George Barlow In Ten [Eleven] Volumes |
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Now, now thou art my own, whate'er thy past.
Whether thou hast been queen to Eastern kings,
Or cherished spirits with thy snow-soft wings
For ages, or endured the icy blast
Of loveless lingering years:—I call thee—cast
Aside thy golden robes, thy wedding rings,
Lean towards thy poet who aspires and sings;
Find in my bosom changeless peace at last.
Whether thou hast been queen to Eastern kings,
Or cherished spirits with thy snow-soft wings
For ages, or endured the icy blast
Of loveless lingering years:—I call thee—cast
Aside thy golden robes, thy wedding rings,
Lean towards thy poet who aspires and sings;
Find in my bosom changeless peace at last.
Gertrude thy final name is—this thou art
To me, whate'er to others thou hast been;
I claim thy beauty, and will rule thy heart:
Lo! sweet one, I the imperial whiteness win
Which thou hast kept untainted through long lives,
Stored like deep honey, in tenderest passion-hives.
To me, whate'er to others thou hast been;
I claim thy beauty, and will rule thy heart:
Lo! sweet one, I the imperial whiteness win
Which thou hast kept untainted through long lives,
Stored like deep honey, in tenderest passion-hives.
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