Lyric Poems by Laurence Binyon |
I. |
II. |
IV. |
VII. |
X. |
XII. |
XV. |
XVI. | XVI. AMO, ERGO SUM. |
XIX. |
XXII. |
XXIV. |
XXV. |
XXVI. |
XXVII. |
XXIX. |
XXXI. |
XXXII. |
XXXIII. |
XXXIV. |
XXXV. |
XXXVII. |
XXXVIII. |
XL. |
XLVI. |
XLVII. |
XLVIII. |
XLIX. |
Lyric Poems | ||
37
XVI. AMO, ERGO SUM.
Whatever seemed to reign within my breast,
Ere now, or reigned in the true sovereign's room,
Love has dethroned, strong Love has dispossessed,
Like a glad master come to his own home.
Love is my lord: I call upon his name.
Ere now, or reigned in the true sovereign's room,
Love has dethroned, strong Love has dispossessed,
Like a glad master come to his own home.
Love is my lord: I call upon his name.
Aimless I lived; but now my aims are flown
Winged to one mark, wherever his voice call:
My heart shrinks from deep pains, too well foreknown,
But my soul leaps with joy, to welcome all.
With Love, my joy, I have no fear of shame.
Winged to one mark, wherever his voice call:
My heart shrinks from deep pains, too well foreknown,
But my soul leaps with joy, to welcome all.
With Love, my joy, I have no fear of shame.
So that Love lead my ever-faithful feet,
I care not whether they be scarred or no.
Somehow, somewhere, the end must needs be sweet,
However rough the road by which we go.
Love is my trust; for since I love, I am.
I care not whether they be scarred or no.
Somehow, somewhere, the end must needs be sweet,
However rough the road by which we go.
Love is my trust; for since I love, I am.
Lyric Poems | ||