23.07.2007, 08:42
DENIAL.
WHEN some new love in my warm soul is born
Then swift I seek a token fair and meet
That may unblamed thy blessed vision greet;
Whether it be a rose, not bloodless torn
From that June tree which hideth many a thorn,
Or but a simple, loving message, sweet
With summer's heart and mine: these at thy feet
I passionate fling -but all with maiden scorn
Alike thou spurnest. What to thee is sign,
Who dost deny the thing wherefor it.stands!
Then I seem foolish in my sight and thine,
As one who eager proffers empty hands.
Thou only callest these my gifts unfine,
While men are praising them in distant lands.
WHEN some new love in my warm soul is born
Then swift I seek a token fair and meet
That may unblamed thy blessed vision greet;
Whether it be a rose, not bloodless torn
From that June tree which hideth many a thorn,
Or but a simple, loving message, sweet
With summer's heart and mine: these at thy feet
I passionate fling -but all with maiden scorn
Alike thou spurnest. What to thee is sign,
Who dost deny the thing wherefor it.stands!
Then I seem foolish in my sight and thine,
As one who eager proffers empty hands.
Thou only callest these my gifts unfine,
While men are praising them in distant lands.