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The bard, and minor poems

By John Walker Ord ... Collected and edited by John Lodge
  

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“WHAT IS LOVE?”

What is Love?”—an idle pleasure,
Full of labour, full of leisure,
Without limit, without measure—
Never understood.

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“What is Love?—now pray declare.”
Neither earth, nor sea, nor air;
Rain nor sunshine, dark nor fair,
Fashion, shape, nor form.
Like chameleon's hues it is—
On its lips an angel's kiss—
Full of balm, and peace, and bliss—
Full of hope and truth.
Fragrant as a wild-flower's breast,
Beauteous as the sunlit West,
Gentle as an infant's rest
In the hush of sleep.
Heavenly seraphs guide its feet,
Winds of ether not more sweet;
Cold, yet warm'd with summer's heat—
Chaste, and pure, and free.
Guard the portal! watch the pyre!
For the breath of rude desire
Quenches quite its sacred fire,
Lambent and serene.
“What is Love?”—The soul of good!
Earth, ere stain'd with Abel's blood—
Charm and grace of womanhood—
Long may it be thine.