 | Poems and Dramas by "Fiona MacLeod" (William Sharp) |  |
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AN IMMORTAL
“For a mortal love an Immortal may be shapen.”
Child of no mortal birth, that yet doth live,
Where loiterest thou, O blossom of our joy?
Unsummon'd hence, dost thou, knowing all, forgive?
Thy rainbow-rapture, doth it never cloy?
O exquisite dream, dear child of our desire,
On mounting wings flitt'st thou afar from here?
We cannot reach thee who dost never tire,
Sweet phantom of delight, appear, appear!
How lovely thou must be, wrought in strange fashion
From out the very breath and soul of passion ...
With eyes as proud as his, my lover, thy sire,
When seeking through the twilight of my hair
He finds the suddenly secret flame deep hidden there.
Twin torches flashing into fire.
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