 | Poems by Henry Septimus Sutton |  |
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TO A. M. W.
ON RECEIPT OF AURORA, A VOLUME OF POEMS BY A. A. & A. M.
What though on my floor
I stood foot-sore,
Weary with wintry weather?
From my friend, like a bird,
There comes a word,
And I dance as on thyme and heather;
For I hear a voice
That sings to a voice,
And a voice to a voice replying,
And well may the songs
The hearer rejoice
Of two such hearts close-lying.
I stood foot-sore,
Weary with wintry weather?
From my friend, like a bird,
There comes a word,
And I dance as on thyme and heather;
For I hear a voice
That sings to a voice,
And a voice to a voice replying,
And well may the songs
The hearer rejoice
Of two such hearts close-lying.
‘With hands well wed,
On the loom,’ I said,
‘They have wrought in golden weather,
He with the warp,
She with the weft,
On the wonderful loom together.
'Tween the threads he has brought
Of regal thought
Her magic shuttle plying,
A noble woof
Is this they have wrought
Of poesy undying.’
On the loom,’ I said,
‘They have wrought in golden weather,
He with the warp,
She with the weft,
On the wonderful loom together.
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Of regal thought
Her magic shuttle plying,
A noble woof
Is this they have wrought
Of poesy undying.’
My friend, it shall rest
A star on my breast,
It shall be in my cap a feather,
That mine is a share
Of the fabric fair
That ye twain wove together.
Hear now a voice
That sings to a voice,
And a voice to a voice replying,
‘Your thought-robe fair
Your friends will wear
And love with a love undying.’
A star on my breast,
It shall be in my cap a feather,
That mine is a share
Of the fabric fair
That ye twain wove together.
Hear now a voice
That sings to a voice,
And a voice to a voice replying,
‘Your thought-robe fair
Your friends will wear
And love with a love undying.’
1874.
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