The Rose of Flame and Other Poems of LoveC.T. Dillingham, 1889 - 108 pages |
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Abelard Adieu anguish arms awful bell shall sing bitter bliss blood blossoms breath breeze burning chill cold crimson curse dare dawn dear death dusk earth empty place EXTREMIS eyelids eyes face fain felt fierce flowers forevermore Forget gaze glow gray green grief hand happy day hath haunt hear heart Heaven Hell hide hushed kiss land leave lips look Love love's mists moonlight mouth never night NOCTURNE noontides once pain Paradise past perfume pilgrim pity plaint pray prayer PREMONITIONS rapture remember ROSE OF FLAME SAINT scent seek sere Shame sigh silence sing sleep smile snow SONG soul Spite of Dame sting strange stretch sweet tears tender thee thine Think thou canst thou wilt throat thy feet Thy voice tide to-day to-night trembling troth UNIVERSITY OF MICHIGAN veil wait wake warm weary feet weep whispered winds
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Page 60 - Twas so; but this, all pleasures fancies be. If ever any beauty I did see, Which I desired and got, 'twas but a dream of thee. And now good morrow to our waking souls, Which watch not one another out of fear; For love all love of other sights controls, And makes one little room an everywhere. Let...
Page 6 - Must he lie in my house in state, And stay in his wonted place ? Must I have him with me another day, With that awful change in his face ?
Page 4 - Shame to thee and me ? Let us slay Shame ; we shall forget his grave Locked in the rapture of our lone embrace. Yet what if there should rise, as once of old, New wonder of this new, yet ancient place : An angel, with a whirling sword of flame, To drive us forth forever in God's name ! THE snows lie thick around his door, — That door made fast by bar and lock.
Page 5 - THE snows lie thick around his door, — That door made fast by bar and lock. He will not heed thee, trembling, chilled ; He will not hear thy piteous knock. Poor- wandering Heart, canst thou not see There is no welcome here for thee ? The air is numb with frost and night. O wait no longer in the snow, For lo, from yonder latticed pane Faint music and the fire-light's glow ; He hath another guest in state, And thou, poor Heart, thou art too late...
Page 59 - SEPARATION. IF it were land, oh, weary feet could travel ; If it were sea, a ship might cleave the wave ; If it were Death, sad Love could look to heaven And see, through tears, the sunlight on the grave. Not land, or sea, or death keep us apart, But only thou, oh, unforgiving Heart. If it were land, through piercing thorns I'd travel ; If it were sea, I'd cross to thee, or die ; If it were Death, I'd tear Life's veil asunder That I might see thee with a clearer eye. Ah, none of these could keep...
Page 46 - ... knock. Poor wandering Heart, canst thou not see There is no welcome here for thee? The air is numb with frost and night. O, wait no longer in the snow, For lo ! from yonder latticed pane Faint music and the fire-light's glow. He hath another guest in state, And thou, poor Heart, thou art too late! IN NOVEMBER. BROWN earth-line meets gray heaven, And all the land looks sad, But love's the little leaven That works the whole world glad. Sigh, bitter wind ; lower, frore clouds of gray ! My love and...
Page 4 - Say, wouldst thou weep if all save us were dead? I would not weep, but closer to my breast Would press the golden glories of thy head, Rejoicing that none other of my race Should feed his eyes upon thy wondrous face. Look at this tangled snare of undergrowth, These low-branched trees that darken all below ; Drink in the hot...
Page 3 - NEW EDEN. IN that first Eden, Love gave birth to Shame, And died of horror at its loathsome child.
Page 76 - LIFE. DID I seek life ? Not so ; its weight was laid upon me, And yet of my burden sore I may not set myself free. Two love, and lo, at love's call, a hapless soul must wake ; Like a slave it is called to the world, to bear life, for their love's sake. Did I seek love ? Not so ; Love led me along by the hand. Love beguiled me with songs and caresses, while I took no note of the land. And lo, I stood in a quicksand, but Love had wings, and he fled. , Ah fool, for a mortal to venture where only a god...
Page 3 - In that first Eden Love gave birth to Shame, And died of horror at its loathsome child. Let us slay Shame and bury it to-day — Yea, hide it in this second Eden's wild, This dim, strange place where, for aught we two know, No man hath stepped since God first made it so. Now dream we are alone in all the earth. Say, wouldst thou weep if all save we were dead? I would not weep, but closer to my breast Would press the golden glories of thy head, Rejoicing that none other of my race Should feed his...