Miscellany of Poetry - 1919 by Various
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page 61 of 149 (40%)
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THE PALACES OF THE ROSE (A VALENTINE) Which of my palaces? Gold one by one, Of all the splendid houses of my throne, This day in grave thought have I over-gone: Those roofs of stars where I have lived alone Gladly with God; those blue-encompassed bowers Hushed round with lakes, and guarded with still flowers, Where I have watched a face from eve till morn, Wondering at being born-- Then on from morn again till the next eve, Still with strange eyes, unable to believe; And yet, though week and month and year went by. Incredulous of my ensorcelled eye. O had I thus in trance for ever stayed, Still were she there in the reed-girdled isle, And I there still--I who go treading now Eternity, a-hungered mile by mile: Because I pressed one kiss upon her brow,-- After a thousand years that seemed an hour Of looking on my flower, After that patient planetary fast, One kiss at last; One kiss--and then strange dust that once was she. Sayest thou, Rose, "What is all this to me?" |
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