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Poems and Essays

By the late William Caldwell Roscoe. (Edited with a Prefatory Memoir, by his Brother-in-law, Richard Holt Hutton)

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TO THE PLANET VENUS,

SHINING ON A WREATH OF FLOWERS HUNG OVER A LADY'S NAME CARVED ON A BEECH-TREE.

Again i' th' year's slow flight
I stand beneath this tree,
Where once I carved, apart from common sight,
With reverent handicraft thy name, O Emilie,
And now renew the rite.
For since she may not hear,
Nor I lay bare, my passion,
Or breathe one love-word in her listening ear,
I'll carve my love on trees, in ancient lover's fashion,
And woo some favouring sphere.
Lo, golden Aphrodite
Appears to pay her duty;
See where she rises wrapped in robes of light,
And, like some crimson spot dyeing the cheek of beauty,
Flushes the face of night!
O amorous child of Even,
The sky is all too cold;

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Turn earthward, Queen, thy burning eye from heaven;
Quit the pale crowd of stars;—no love-tales there are told,
Or changing love-signs given.
But I can breathe a tale
More passionately true
Than ever flashed a maiden's cheek with pale;
O Planet Queen, delay thy course across the blue;—
O, furl thy flickering sail!
She hears and gives a sign,
Pouring in golden rain
Mysterious glory on my flowery shrine;
The enwreathed blossoms bent lift their blue heads again,
Tasting her breath divine.
So shall my love, though now
Signless and dull it lies,
Fearing to shade with care that ivory brow,
Read once again love-tokens in her responsive eyes,
And breathe no common vow.