The Triumph of Love By Edmond Holmes |
 |
|
| I. |
| II. |
| III. |
| IV. |
| V. |
| VI. |
| VII. |
| VIII. |
| IX. |
| X. |
| XI. |
| XII. |
| XIII. |
| XIV. | XIV |
| XV. |
| XVI. |
| XVII. |
| XVIII. |
| XIX. |
| XX. |
| XXI. |
| XXII. |
| XXIII. |
| XXIV. |
| XXV. |
| XXVI. |
| XXVII. |
| XXVIII. |
| XXIX. |
| XXX. |
| XXXI. |
| XXXII. |
| XXXIII. |
| XXXIV. |
| XXXV. |
| XXXVI. |
| XXXVII. |
| XXXVIII. |
| XXXIX. |
| XL. |
| XLI. |
| XLII. |
| XLIII. |
| XLIV. |
| XLV. |
| XLVI. |
| XLVII. |
| XLVIII. |
| XLIX. |
| L. |
| LI. |
| LII. |
| LIII. |
| LIV. |
| LV. |
| LVI. |
| LVII. |
| LVIII. |
| LIX. |
| LX. |
| LXI. |
| LXII. |
| LXIII. |
 | The Triumph of Love |  |
XIV
Yes; I could burn with all the fire of youth:Yes; I could glow with passion's fiercest flame:
Yes; I could love thee till love's naked truth
Had told its tale and put all words to shame.
What spell hath bound me then that I am cold
With heat's intensity? By what new stress
Of wayward passion is my fire controlled?
Or does it die, quenched by its own excess?
No: 'tis my love of love that holds at bay
The rebel flames that burn in love's own guise,—
My love of love, my fear of love's decay,
My fear of dying love's reproachful eyes;—
My haunting fear lest aught of earth should mar
The glorious dawn of love's unrisen star.
| The Triumph of Love | |