Whym Chow: Flame of Love By Michael Field [i.e. K. H. Bradley and E. E. Cooper] |
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[My loved One is away from me]
My loved One is away from me
Whom thou dost love. O Chow,
That with my outward eyes I may not see
Thy gaze that fathomed how
Intent were thy furred ears with such emotion,
As in a shell is straining for the ocean!
Whom thou dost love. O Chow,
That with my outward eyes I may not see
Thy gaze that fathomed how
Intent were thy furred ears with such emotion,
As in a shell is straining for the ocean!
My loved One is away from me;
I may not turn to find,
Chow, in thy senses the infinity
That in my senses pined
For her we loved in absence and together,
My feet, thine eager paws, questioning whether
I may not turn to find,
Chow, in thy senses the infinity
That in my senses pined
For her we loved in absence and together,
My feet, thine eager paws, questioning whether
The loved One would come back to us
Or now, or soon, or late.
Oh, in our vigil to be solaced thus,
By the unbounded pressure of one yearning
Vaster than we, no pause in it, no turning!
Or now, or soon, or late.
Oh, in our vigil to be solaced thus,
By the unbounded pressure of one yearning
Vaster than we, no pause in it, no turning!
Our loved One was away from each:
Your eyes burnt signals, mine
Sprang the same flambeaux the same aid to reach
Of Guardian Love divine—
That it would give us back our sole possession,
For whom our thoughts, breath, hearts kept holy cession.
Your eyes burnt signals, mine
Sprang the same flambeaux the same aid to reach
Of Guardian Love divine—
That it would give us back our sole possession,
For whom our thoughts, breath, hearts kept holy cession.
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Our loved One was away from you—
O Chow, the sighs, our sighs!
And what I murmured you would listen to
With your far-open eyes,
Raised in the anguish of a want immortal...
Lo, than didst sweep as hawk against the portal!
O Chow, the sighs, our sighs!
And what I murmured you would listen to
With your far-open eyes,
Raised in the anguish of a want immortal...
Lo, than didst sweep as hawk against the portal!
For, lo, our loved One surely came,
Lo, she was at the door!
Your eyes demanded Yes, in running flame;
Mine gave them Yes—no more:
And we had reached our vigil's end in gladness
Of so great ease from terror it seemed madness.
Lo, she was at the door!
Your eyes demanded Yes, in running flame;
Mine gave them Yes—no more:
And we had reached our vigil's end in gladness
Of so great ease from terror it seemed madness.
My loved One is away from me.
O Chow, no more, we twain
My lovely fellow-lover, hear and see
And breathe for her again!
You ever have your Love...yet do not leave me,
Nor in my mortal wake of love bereave me!
O Chow, no more, we twain
My lovely fellow-lover, hear and see
And breathe for her again!
You ever have your Love...yet do not leave me,
Nor in my mortal wake of love bereave me!
My loved One is away—my cry!
Be at my side, unseen,
Alert, like strange Anubis, toward the sky,
As you so oft have been.
O Chow, my little Love, you watch above her;
Watch still beside me, be with me her lover!
Be at my side, unseen,
Alert, like strange Anubis, toward the sky,
As you so oft have been.
O Chow, my little Love, you watch above her;
Watch still beside me, be with me her lover!
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