10.08.2014, 13:29
LOVE'S RENASCENCE
DEAR LOVE, I love you as the flowers the dew,
As the parched desert loves the healing rain,
As tear-worn eyes soft slumber after pain,
As winter-prisoned buds the vernal blue.
My soul's deep tides all move and meet in you ;
The slackened lutestrings that so long have lain
Unswept, forgotten, dumb, now wake again
To thrill with ecstasies which once they knew.
For you to me are life and warmth and sun;
The naked boughs with bloom are clothed once more
Like pearls, love's dear bestowments, one by one,
t hoard away within my heart, a store
Of treasured sweets where treasure there was none.
And all my world grows opulent as of yore.
DEAR LOVE, I love you as the flowers the dew,
As the parched desert loves the healing rain,
As tear-worn eyes soft slumber after pain,
As winter-prisoned buds the vernal blue.
My soul's deep tides all move and meet in you ;
The slackened lutestrings that so long have lain
Unswept, forgotten, dumb, now wake again
To thrill with ecstasies which once they knew.
For you to me are life and warmth and sun;
The naked boughs with bloom are clothed once more
Like pearls, love's dear bestowments, one by one,
t hoard away within my heart, a store
Of treasured sweets where treasure there was none.
And all my world grows opulent as of yore.