Most High Love 899 All night upon mine heart I felt her warm heart beat, Night-long within mine arms in love and sleep she lay; Surely the kisses of her bought red mouth were sweet; But I was desolate and sick of an old passion, When I awoke and found the dawn was gray: I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion. I have forgot much, Cynara! gone with the wind, Yea, all the time, because the dance was long: I cried for madder music and for stronger wine, Yea, hungry for the lips of my desire: I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion. Ernest Dowson (1867-1900] MOST HIGH LOVE WHY is there in the least touch of her hands Of flesh to flesh, wherever love may go? Why choose vain grief and heavy-hearted hours Nay! She is gone, and all things fall apart; Or she is cold, and vainly have we prayed; As man aspires and falls, yet a soul springs Out of his agony of flesh at last, So love that flesh enthralls, shall rise on wings Then most High Love, or wreathed with myrtle sprays, Thee may I serve and follow all my days, Ernest Dowson [1867-1900] "SO SWEET LOVE SEEMED" But I can tell-let truth be told- And in the end 'twill come to pass His little spring, that sweet we found, Robert Bridges [1844 AN OLD TUNE* AFTER GÉRARD DE NERVAL THERE is an air for which I would disown Refuge Whene'er I hear that music vague and old, Two hundred years are mist that rolls away; The thirteenth Louis reigns, and I behold A green land golden in the dying day. An old red castle, strong with stony towers, And windows gay with many-colored glass; Wide plains, and rivers flowing among flowers, That bathe the castle basement as they pass. In antique weed, with dark eyes and gold hair, It may be that I knew and found her fair, REFUGE SET your face to the sea, fond lover,- Set your face to the stars, fond lover,- They will pity you, they will hover Softly over the deep for you. Set your face to the lonely spaces, Vast and gaunt, of the midnight sky! There, with the drifting cloud, your place is, There with the griefs that cannot die. 901 Love is a mocking fiend's derision, MIDSUMMER AFTER the May time and after the June time And the winds are still, and the crimson roses Unto my heart has come this season, The hopes half shy and the sighs all tender, Droop like roses, and wither away. From the hills of Doubt no winds are blowing, Only the sun in a white heat glowing Sink, O my soul, in this golden glory! Die, O my heart, in thy rapture-swoon! For the Autumn must come with its mournful story, And Love's midsummer will fade too soon. Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1855 The Phantom of the Rose ASHES OF ROSES SOFT on the sunset sky Bright daylight closes, When love's warm sun is set, Ashes of roses. Elaine Goodale Eastman [1863 SYMPATHY THE color gladdens all your heart; I know that Nature's tears have wet Call it the dew. 903 Althea Gyles [ ? ] THE PHANTOM OF THE ROSE SWEET lady, let your lids unclose- I am the phantom of the rose You wore last night upon your breast. Like pearls upon my petals lay The weeping fountain's silver tears, Ere in the glittering array You bore me proudly 'mid your peers. |