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O LYRIC LOVE.
[Aus: The Ring and the Book, I. 1868.
O LYRIC Love, half angel and half bird
-Never conclude, but raising hand and head
SUCH A STARVED BANK OF MOSS.
[The Two Poets of Croisic 1878.]
Such a starved bank of moss
Till that May-morn,
Blue ran the flash across:
Violets were born!
Sky-what a scowl of cloud
Till, near and far,
Splendid, a star!
World- how it walled about
Life with disgrace
- Where is the blot?
Breathe but one breath
(Asolando 1889.] All the breath and the bloom of the year in the bag
of one bee:
All the wonder and wealth of the mine in the heart
of one gem:
In the core of one pearl all the shade and the shine of
Breath and bloom, shade and shine,-wonder, wealth,
and-how far above them
Truth, that's brighter than gem,
Trust, that's purer than pearl,Brightest truth, purest trust in the universe--all were
In the kiss of one girl.
A PEARL, A GIRL.
To the vulgar eye no stone of price:
Forth starts a sprite, like fire from ice,
Through the power in a pearl.
A woman ('tis I this time that say)
With little the world counts worthy praise--
Escapes her soul: I am wrapt in blaze,
Through the love in a girl!
In youth, the natural world could show
No common object but his eye
At once involved with alien glowHis own soul's iris-bow.
"And now a flower is just a flower:
Man, bird, beast are but beast, bird, man Simply themselves, uncinct by dower
Of dyes which, when life’s day began, Round each in glory ran.”
Friend, did you need an optic glass,
Which were your choice? A lens to drape In ruby, emerald, chrysopras,
Each object-or reveal its shape Clear outlined, past escape,
The naked very thing?-so clear
That, when you had the chance to gaze, You found its inmost self appear
Through outer seeming-truth ablaze, Not falsehood's fancy-haze?
How many a year, my Asolo,
Since-one step just from sea to landI found you, loved yet feared you so
For natural objects seemed to stand Palpably fire-clothed! No
No mastery of mine o'er these !
Terror with beauty, like the Bush Burning but unconsumed. Bend knees,
Drop eyes to earthward! Language? Tush! Silence 'tis awe decrees.
And now? The lambent flame is—where?
Lost from the naked world: earth, sky,
O'er-running beauty crowds the eye-
Hill, vale, tree, flower—they stand distinct,
Nature to know and name. What then?
Fancy from fact: see, all's in ken:
No, for the purged ear apprehends
Earth’s import, not the eye late dazed :
At Nature dost thou shrink amazed?
Asolo: Sept. 6, 1889.
When you set your fancies free,
- Pity me?
Oh to love so, be so loved, yet so mistaken!
What had I on earth to do