The Collected Poems of Lord De Tabley [i.e. J. B. L. Warren] |
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AN INVOCATION
Comfort my heart, thou sweetness, and unveil
Those orient eyes that wore such tender pale
Of dawn, that old loves shut their stars and fail:
Those orient eyes that wore such tender pale
Of dawn, that old loves shut their stars and fail:
Dear, if thou holdest all my will in power,
Mould out the echo of this tremulous hour,
And make me strong, as thou art sweet in flower,
Mould out the echo of this tremulous hour,
And make me strong, as thou art sweet in flower,
To crush the wrestling years beneath my knee,
And fight the crafty future craftily,
And rest at hours again a child with thee.
And fight the crafty future craftily,
And rest at hours again a child with thee.
Take thy sweet time, invest my blood with warm,
I sleep on thy word-music, move this charm,
Nor leave this careful world one sting to harm.
I sleep on thy word-music, move this charm,
Nor leave this careful world one sting to harm.
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