WINE, WOMEN, AND SONG. - The Language Realm
WINE, WOMEN, AND SONG. - The Language Realm
WINE, WOMEN, AND SONG. - The Language Realm
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<strong>The</strong> Queen of Love my heart is killing<br />
With her gold arrow paindistilling;<br />
[76]<strong>The</strong> God of Love with torches burning<br />
Lights pyre on pyre of ardent yearning.<br />
She is the girl for whom I'd die;<br />
I want none dearer, far or nigh,<br />
Though grief on grief upon me lie.<br />
I with her love am thralled and taken,<br />
Whose flower doth flower, bud, bloom, and waken;<br />
Sweet were the labour, light the burden,<br />
Could mouth kiss mouth for wage and guerdon.<br />
No touch of lips my wound can still,<br />
Unless two hearts grow one, one will,<br />
One longing! Flower of flowers, farewell!<br />
Once at least we find him writing in absence to his mistress, and imploring her fidelity. This<br />
ranks among the most delicate in sentiment of the whole series.<br />
THE LOVELETTER IN SPRING.<br />
No. 17.<br />
Now the sun is streaming,<br />
Clear and pure his ray;<br />
April's glad face beaming<br />
On our earth today.<br />
Unto love returneth<br />
Every gentle mind;<br />
And the boygod burneth<br />
Jocund hearts to bind.<br />
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All this budding beauty,<br />
Festival array,<br />
Lays on us the duty<br />
To be blithe and gay.<br />
Trodden ways are known, love!<br />
And in this thy youth,<br />
To retain thy own love<br />
Were but faith and truth.<br />
In faith love me solely,<br />
Mark the faith of me,<br />
From thy whole heart wholly,<br />
From the soul of thee.<br />
At this time of bliss, dear,