Collected Poems: With Autobiographical and Critical Fragments By Frederic W. H. Myers: Edited by his Wife Eveleen Myers |
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CYDIPPE
All-golden is her virgin head,
Her cheek a bloomy rose,
Carnation-bright the fluttering red
That o'er it softly flows,
But neither gem nor floweret vies
With that clear wonder of her eyes.
Her cheek a bloomy rose,
Carnation-bright the fluttering red
That o'er it softly flows,
But neither gem nor floweret vies
With that clear wonder of her eyes.
But twice hath hue like theirs been given
To be beheld of me,
And once 'twas in the twilight heaven,
Once in the summer sea;
A yearning gladness thence was born,
A dream delightful and forlorn.
To be beheld of me,
And once 'twas in the twilight heaven,
Once in the summer sea;
A yearning gladness thence was born,
A dream delightful and forlorn.
For once in heaven a single star
Lay in a light unknown,—
A tender tint, more lucid far
Than all that eve had shown,—
It seemed between the gold and grey
The far dawn of a faery day.
Lay in a light unknown,—
A tender tint, more lucid far
Than all that eve had shown,—
It seemed between the gold and grey
The far dawn of a faery day.
And once where ocean's depth divine
O'er silvern sands was hung,
Gleamed in the half-lit hyaline
The hope no song has sung,—
The memory of a world more fair
Than all our blazing wealth of air.
O'er silvern sands was hung,
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The hope no song has sung,—
The memory of a world more fair
Than all our blazing wealth of air.
For dear though earthly days may flow,
Our dream is dearer yet;—
How little is the life we know
To life that we forget!—
Till in a maiden's eyes we see
What once hath been, what still shall be.
Our dream is dearer yet;—
How little is the life we know
To life that we forget!—
Till in a maiden's eyes we see
What once hath been, what still shall be.
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