The Silken Tassel/Human Love
Human Love
Love is unending light; love is sublime;
Love is eternal joy that flowers the sky;
They told me so: but then my eyes could fly
No higher than my head that measured time:
Love is eternal joy that flowers the sky;
They told me so: but then my eyes could fly
No higher than my head that measured time:
Love is unravell’d gloom; love knows no prime;
Love is but grief that breathes a life-long sigh;
Thus too they said: but from this planet high
My feet would traverse not such tearful clime.
Love is but grief that breathes a life-long sigh;
Thus too they said: but from this planet high
My feet would traverse not such tearful clime.
I cannot pierce the high nor dig the low;
O Dear, mine own! thou art but what thou art—
The simple, human face I see and know,
O Dear, mine own! thou art but what thou art—
The simple, human face I see and know,
Where meet the morning glow and evening shade;
And yet, thou art for me a thing apart—
The love I feel, enjoy, bemoan, persuade!
And yet, thou art for me a thing apart—
The love I feel, enjoy, bemoan, persuade!