06.01.2013, 16:10
Foreshadowed
What? Thou art jealous of my past, while yet
I was unknown to thee, while my first years
Were sweet without thee, and with my own tears,
Not thine, Belovéd, my young eyes were wet?
But I can tell thee that before we met
Thy splendor dropped athwart those golden spheres
Which were my childhood. All my joys and fears
Were strangely double. I shall not forget
That look I loved so in my mothers eyes.
Her glance I think did so contain thine own
I felt a dim foreshadowing cast on me
And resd thy star concealed amid her skies.
I cannot remember that first look alone
Without some reminiscences of thee.
What? Thou art jealous of my past, while yet
I was unknown to thee, while my first years
Were sweet without thee, and with my own tears,
Not thine, Belovéd, my young eyes were wet?
But I can tell thee that before we met
Thy splendor dropped athwart those golden spheres
Which were my childhood. All my joys and fears
Were strangely double. I shall not forget
That look I loved so in my mothers eyes.
Her glance I think did so contain thine own
I felt a dim foreshadowing cast on me
And resd thy star concealed amid her skies.
I cannot remember that first look alone
Without some reminiscences of thee.