1907 · PDF PAGE 6
Rosa Coeli
…mine, be mine, Were I but man enough To endure the rapture of that sudden sun The knowledge of your love, The assumption of me into that sweet shrine 1 R
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Rosa Coeli
…s Some young true God, or spoiled the sacrifice, And were but dead as any man is dead ! So I have given up my inmost life Even unto you, sweet wife, Carelessyet conscious of the babe-stirred womb Of some dread Mother older than the Tomb, Wiser than Life, more pitiful than Death. IV OUR wine-stained and wine-coloured hair unloosing, Mingle your wine-wise breath, Spiritual siren ! with the scent seducing Your body sheds, scarred with the bleeding kisses My tenderness bit in, Like to a lion feeding in wild white wildernesses, My spirit sensible t…
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1907 · PDF PAGE 21
Rosa Coeli
… like limbs of a young fawn For lithenessO ! for innocence of sin His eyes burned wondrous bright, his sun-crowned head Danced with its sweet and sacred hopes, So that he paced the enamelled slopes Laughing upon the laughing lake below, Expectant of some strange experience Worth all the woes of sense, Some drop of nectar worth a world of wine, Some grace of One divine Worth more than all lifes grace, and more than life Intense, Was there a wonder if the silken boy Found her a-playing on the bluebell marge And drank from golden vats the wine o…
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1907 · PDF PAGE 14
Rosa Coeli
…Heaven how safe I am ! Found myself in my little bed asleep Having been butted thither by the Ram. X UT in the dream of you, my starry sweet, It is my earth I lose six times in seven. I have the Freedom of the City of Heaven ; But strange (though fair) are all the stars I meet. The dull familiar and the homely drear Are lost for ever. Being asleep, I fear. Wake ! Let me cut the cable of my mind ! My harbour lies before, and not behind. Dreams are all lies ; those jetty shadows lie When the full moon doth crown the midnight sky. But shadows im…
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