The Silken Tassel/The Light of Love
The Light of Love
Couldst thou be ever mine, O Love, my Love
Whose face I cannot see, but ever dream;
Who light’st my inner night with the full gleam
Of heaven’s most blessèd dawn, and far above
Whose face I cannot see, but ever dream;
Who light’st my inner night with the full gleam
Of heaven’s most blessèd dawn, and far above
This lowly life to the high flowery grove
Of the Sun-god I am lifted, where I seem
To hang upon a bright but tender beam,
And fear to fall even at its slightest move?
Of the Sun-god I am lifted, where I seem
To hang upon a bright but tender beam,
And fear to fall even at its slightest move?
O Love! if thy dream-netted shadow thus
Should take me far beyond the starry way,
And keep in thrall my soul adventurous
Should take me far beyond the starry way,
And keep in thrall my soul adventurous
That follows thee in vain from day to day,
How could I win thyself so glorious
And bear thy light that blinds me in its ray?
How could I win thyself so glorious
And bear thy light that blinds me in its ray?