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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354868" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Love Sonnets</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I. <br>HOW beautiful doth the morning rise <br> O’er the hills, as from her bower a bride <br> Comes brightened—blushing with the shame-faced pride <br>Of love that now consummated supplies <br>All her full heart can wish, and to the eyes <br> Dear are the flowers then, in their green haunts spied, <br> Glist ning with dew: pleasant at noon the side <br>Of shadowy mountains ridging to the skies: <br>At eve ’tis sweet to hear the breeze advance <br> Through the responding forest dense and tall; <br>And sweeter in the moonlight is the dance <br> And natural music of the waterfall: <br> And yet we feel not the full charm of all, <br>Till love be near us with his magic glance. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------- </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>II. <br>WHY tower my spirits, and what means this wild <br> Commotion at my heart—this dreamy chase <br> Of possible joys that glow like stars in space? <br>Now feel I even to all things reconciled, <br>As all were one in spirit. Rudely up-piled <br> Brown hills grow beautiful; a novel grace <br> Exalts the moorland’s once unmeaning face; <br>The river that, like a pure mind beguiled, <br> Grows purer for its errors, and the trees <br>That fringe its margin with a dusky shade, <br> Seem robed in fairy wonder; and are these <br>Exalted thus because with me surveyed <br> By one sweet sould whom well they seem to please <br>Here at my side—an almost stranger maid? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------- </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>III. <br>NOW sunny, as the noontide heavens, are <br> The eyes of my sweet friend, and now serene <br> And chastely shadowy in their maiden mien; <br>Or dream-power, sparkling like a brilliant star <br>Fills all their blue depths, taking me afar <br> To where, in the rich past, through song is seen <br> Some sovereign beauty, knighthood’s mystic queen, <br>Pluming with love the iron brows of war! <br>Bright eyes before, with subtle lightning glance <br> Have kindled all my being into one <br>Wild tumult; but a charm thus to enhance <br> My heart’s love-loyalty till now had none! <br>And can this witchery be the work of chance? <br> I know not—I but know my rest is gone. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------- </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>IV. <br>A VAST and shadowy hope breaks up my rest <br> Unspoken; nor dares even my pen to write <br> How my pent spirit pineth day and night <br>For one fair love with whom I might be blest! <br>And ever with vague jealousies possessed <br> The more I languish, feeling these may so <br> Oppress affection that for very woe <br>She longs at last to die deep buried in my breast! <br>O for a beaker of the wine of love, <br> Or a deep draught of the Lethèan wave! <br>The power a mutual passion to emove, <br> Or that repose which sealeth up the grave! <br>Yet these my bonds are blameless; one more wise <br>Had dreamt away his freedom, dreaming of her eyes. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------- </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>V. <br>HER image haunts me! Lo! I muse at even, <br> And straight it gathers from the gloom, to make <br> My soul its mirror; which (as some still lake <br>Holds pictured in its depths the face of heaven) <br>Through the hushed night retains it: when ’tis given <br> To take a warmer presence and incline <br> A glowing cheek burning with love to mine, <br>Saying—“The heart for which thou long hast stiven <br>With looks so fancy-pale, I grant thee now; <br> And if for ruth, yet more for love’s sweet sake, <br>My lips shall seal this promise on thy brow. ” <br> Thus blest in sleep—oh! Who would care to wake, <br> When the cold real from his belief must shake <br>Such vows, like blossoms from a shattered bough? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------- </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>VI. <br>SHE loves me! From her own bliss-breathing lips <br> The live confession came, like rich perfume <br> From crimson petals bursting into bloom! <br>And still my heart at the remembrance skips <br>Like a young lion, and my tongue too trips <br> As drunk with joy! While very object seen <br> In life’s diurnal round wears in its mien <br>A clear assurance that no doubts eclipse. <br>And if the common things of nature now <br> Are like old faces flushed with new delight, <br>Much more the consciousness of that rich vow <br> Deepens the beauteous, and refines the bright, <br> While throned I seem on love’s divinest height <br>Mid all the glories glowing round its brow. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------- </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>VII. <br>FAIR as the day—a genial day serene <br> Of early summer, when the vital air <br> Breathes as ’twere God’s own breath, and blossoms rare <br>Fill many a bush, or nestle in between <br>The heapy folds of nature’s mantle green, <br> As they were happier for the joint joy there <br> Of birds and bees;—so genial, and so fair <br>And rich in pleasure, is my life’s sole queen. <br>My spirit in the sunshine of her grace <br> Glows with intenser being, and my veins <br>Fill as with nectar! In your pride of place <br>Ye mighty, boast! Ye rich, heap gold space! <br> I envy nor your grandeur nor your gains, <br>Thus gazing at the heaven of her face! </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------- </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>VIII. <br>FAIR as the night—when all the astral fires <br> Of heaven are burning in the clear expanse, <br> My love is, and her eyes like star-depths glance <br>Lustrous with glowing thoughts and pure desires, <br>And that mysterious pathos which inspires <br> All moods divine in mortal passion’s trance— <br> All that its earthly music doth enhance <br>As with the rapture of seraphic lyres! <br>I gaze upon her till the atmosphere <br> Sweetens intensely, and to my charmed sight <br>All fair associated forms appear <br> Swimming in joy, as swim yon orbs in light— <br>And all sweet sounds, though common, to mine ear <br> Chime up like silver-winged dreams in flight. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------- </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>IX. <br>TO-DAY we part! I far away to dwell <br> From this the scene that saw our bud of love <br> Bloom into rosehood. The blue heavens above— <br>These hills and valleys, with each rocky dell, <br>Echo’s dim hold,—shall these retain no spell <br> Of foregone passion? Shall they speak no tale <br> Of grief they shrouded in this shaded vale? <br>Shall they of all our joy the story tell? <br>To-morrow—and the sun shall climb yon hill <br> Bright as before; all winged things shall wake <br>To song as glad as if we listened still; <br> The stream as mirthfully its wild way make. <br>But I, pursuing fortune’s wandering star, <br>Shall see and hear them not—from thee and them afar. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------- </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>X. <br>ABSENCE <br>NIGHTLY I watch the moon with silvery sheen <br> Flaking the city house-tops—till I feel <br> Thy memory, dear one, like a presence steal <br>Down in her light; for always in her mien <br>Thy soul’s similitude my soul hath seen! <br> And as she seemeth now—a guardian seal <br> On heaven’s far bliss, upon my future weal <br>Even such thy truth is—radiantly serene. <br>But long my fancy may not entertain <br> These bright resemblances—for lo! A cloud <br>Blots her away! And in my breast the pain <br> Of absent love recurring pines aloud! <br>When shall I look in thy bright eyes again? <br> O my beloved with like sadness bowed! </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------- </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>XI. <br>THERE is a trying spirit in the drift <br> Of human life, apportioning the prize <br> (In that true quality wherein it lies) <br>That each one seeketh, to that seeker’s gift. <br>Hence must he suffer many a perilous shift <br> Who unto fame by martial deeds would rise; <br> Hence look at liberty with lion-eyes <br>Must he who’d make the march of man more swift: <br>Hence heaven’s best crown, more glorious than the sun, <br> Is only gained by dying for our kind; <br>And hence, too, true love’s highest meed is won <br> Only through agonies of heart and mind. <br>Such, dear one, is the fate (and therefore ours) <br>Of all whom love would crown with faith’s divinest flowers. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------- </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>XII. <br>THE VOYAGE to that haven of true love <br> Was ever stormy since the world began, <br> Or story from its earliest fountain ran; <br>Teaching us truly that the gods approve, <br> In the superior destinies of man, <br>Only what most the noblest hearts shall move: <br> Hence was Leander’s life so brief a span, <br>Who, weltering a mortal while above <br>The bursting wave, sent on his soul to where <br> The Maid of Sestos from her watch-tower’s height <br>Looked for his coming through the troubled air, <br> Nor knew that he had died for her that night! <br>Hence Sappho’s fatal leap! (The cause the same) <br>Hence too was Petrarch’s heart the martyr of his flame! </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------- </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>XIII. <br>LOSS follows gain, and sadness waits on mirth, <br> And much is wasted where too much is given; <br>We cannot fully have our joy on earth <br> Without diminishing our joy in heaven. <br>Envy dogs merit; madness neighbours wit; <br> Stale is their gladness who were never sad; <br>And Dives in this fleshly life, ’tis writ, <br> Received his good things, Lazarus his bad. <br>Thus, dearest, o’er the waves of many things <br> My troubled mind, even like a ship, is tossed, <br>And from the quest this only inference brings: <br> That true love in its earthly course is crossed, <br>Lest by dull worldly usage it should be <br>Too worldly cramped to soar in large eternity. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charles+Harpur">Charles Harpur</a><div class=q>
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HOW beautiful doth the morning rise 
 O’er the hills, as from her bower a bride 
 Comes brightened—blushing with the shame-faced pride 
Of love that now consummated supplies 
All her full heart can wish, and to the eyes 
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