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THE POET TELLS OF HIS LOVE
How shall I sing of Her that is
My life's long rapture and despair—
Sorrow eternal, Loveliness,
To whom each heart-beat is a prayer.
My life's long rapture and despair—
Sorrow eternal, Loveliness,
To whom each heart-beat is a prayer.
Utterly, endlessly, alone
Possessing me, yet unpossessed—
The dark, the drear Beloved One
That takes the tribute of this breast.
Possessing me, yet unpossessed—
The dark, the drear Beloved One
That takes the tribute of this breast.
Daemon disconsolate, in vain,
In vain petitioned and implored,
How many a midnight of disdain
Darkly and dreadfully adored.
In vain petitioned and implored,
How many a midnight of disdain
Darkly and dreadfully adored.
Beauty, the virgin, evermore
Out of these arms with laughter fled—
Vanished . . . a voice by slope and shore
Haunting the world, Illusion dread!
Out of these arms with laughter fled—
Vanished . . . a voice by slope and shore
Haunting the world, Illusion dread!
Most secret Siren, on whose coast
"Mid spray of perishing song are hurled
All desolate lovers, all the lost
Soul and half-poets of the world!
"Mid spray of perishing song are hurled
All desolate lovers, all the lost
Soul and half-poets of the world!
Through sleepless nights and lonely days
In tears and terror served and sought—
Light beyond light, the supreme Face
That blinds the adoring eyes of Thought!
In tears and terror served and sought—
Light beyond light, the supreme Face
That blinds the adoring eyes of Thought!
How long shall I sing of Her! Nay all,
All song, all sorrow, all silence of
This desperate heart, that is Her thrall,
Trembles and tries to tell my love.
All song, all sorrow, all silence of
This desperate heart, that is Her thrall,
Trembles and tries to tell my love.
Scribner's MagazineJohn Hall Wheelock
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