Dramatic Scenes With Other Poems, Now First Printed. By Barry Cornwall [i.e. Bryan Waller Procter]. Illustrated |
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FROM THE LAMP.
Feed me with the fragrant oil,
Lest I fade; lest I die!
In my brazen home I toil
From the dusk till morn is nigh,
Lighting thee upon thy way,
So thou mayst not stop or stray,
As thou travellest alone
Through the starry lands unknown,
Or in regions where the streams
Of Poesy refine the brain
With sweet thoughts nectarean.
Often do I bring thee Dreams,—
Fairy Fancies, that in bands
Hither glide from haunted lands,
Where, in deepest forest shade,
Love is nearest Wisdom laid;
Dreams, that, at the midnight drear,
Thou mayst in the silence hear,—
Sounds of silver trumpets blown,
Or the Viol's richest tone,
Drawn to fine ecstatic length,
By a master-artist's strength.
Lest I fade; lest I die!
In my brazen home I toil
From the dusk till morn is nigh,
Lighting thee upon thy way,
So thou mayst not stop or stray,
As thou travellest alone
Through the starry lands unknown,
Or in regions where the streams
Of Poesy refine the brain
With sweet thoughts nectarean.
Often do I bring thee Dreams,—
Fairy Fancies, that in bands
Hither glide from haunted lands,
Where, in deepest forest shade,
Love is nearest Wisdom laid;
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Thou mayst in the silence hear,—
Sounds of silver trumpets blown,
Or the Viol's richest tone,
Drawn to fine ecstatic length,
By a master-artist's strength.
As a grain, refreshed in need,
Riseth from the buried seed
Into sweet requiting flowers,
Pleasant in the sultry hours;
Feed me now, and in return
I will rise and I will burn,
And will bear thee pleasant light
Through the darkness of the night.
Riseth from the buried seed
Into sweet requiting flowers,
Pleasant in the sultry hours;
Feed me now, and in return
I will rise and I will burn,
And will bear thee pleasant light
Through the darkness of the night.
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