Poems (Taylor)/Desire

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CHANT D'AMOUR

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DESIRE
Why do I call thee? Hear the Darkness calling
 All the wild gold plumage of the sky,—
Flickering and flaming, softly, softly falling
 To the Western dove-cote, dusk and shy.
With a voice of viols, hear the Darkness calling!
 So my soul is yearning, tyrannous and tender;
 Hear the Darkness calling, O thou poignant splendour!—
   It is I.

Why do I love thee'—Hearken Death desiring
 All the yellow roses, loth to die,
All the lovely lovers and their loves untiring,
 All the days of lapis-lazuli,
 ​All the chiming rondels.—Hearken Death desiring
 So in silver samite like a bride to fold thee,
 So to hush thee, hide thee, so to have and hold thee.—
   It is I.

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