Whym Chow: Flame of Love By Michael Field [i.e. K. H. Bradley and E. E. Cooper] |
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XI. DEI DONO.
Thy beauty—that of action born,
Of drama and the thyrse tossed higher;
An apparition of exceeding fire,
Swept hither, thither among men, in scorn
As comet is to fool and craven, dire.
Of drama and the thyrse tossed higher;
An apparition of exceeding fire,
Swept hither, thither among men, in scorn
As comet is to fool and craven, dire.
Beauty—by Asian Bromius shed
On mane and banneret of fur,
On fretted eyes, over undompted head;
Coat of high strand as mountain juniper;
And clouded radiance only gods confer.
On mane and banneret of fur,
On fretted eyes, over undompted head;
Coat of high strand as mountain juniper;
And clouded radiance only gods confer.
Yet fine thou wert as bliss can make
The devotee: nostrils light-stirred,
In touch as perfect as a drinking bird;
Thy feet—in which an eager pulse would shake
To music by the Star of Morning heard.
The devotee: nostrils light-stirred,
In touch as perfect as a drinking bird;
Thy feet—in which an eager pulse would shake
To music by the Star of Morning heard.
And freshness! Even as in the hand
A rose of the first dew will bloom—
Such freshness of thyself, such sturdy room
For being elate thou didst of right command
That in red flame thou didst affront all gloom.
A rose of the first dew will bloom—
Such freshness of thyself, such sturdy room
For being elate thou didst of right command
That in red flame thou didst affront all gloom.
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