English Poems by Richard Le Gallienne
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Great dream so splendid and miraculous:
O Lord, O Lord, have mercy, have mercy upon us. She turned her mind upon the holy ones Whose love lost here was love in heaven tenfold, She thought of Lucy, that most blessed of nuns Who sent her blue eyes on a plate of gold To him who wooed her daily for her love-- 'Mine eyes!' 'Mine eyes!' 'Here,--go in peace, they are!' But ever love came through the midnight grove, Young Love, with wild eyes watching from afar, And called and called and called until the morning star. Ah, poor Francesca, 'tis not such as thou That up the stony steeps of heaven climb; Take thou thy heaven with thy Paolo now-- Sweet saint of sin, saint of a deathless rhyme, Song shall defend thee at the bar of Time, Dante shall set thy fair young glowing face On the dark background of his theme sublime, And Thou and He in your superb disgrace Still on that golden wind of passion shall embrace. * * * * * So love this twain, but whither have they passed? Ah me, that dark must always follow day, That Love's last kiss is surely kissed at last, Howe'er so wildly the poor lips may pray: Merciful God, is there no other way? |
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