O Love

I come to hold you, Love,
within my whole mind’s heart forever
While here I sing all joy on high.

For where your fairness shines upon
the taking eyes of I who prize you,
And that rare bright ringing voice of yours
impales bare beauty on my waking ear,
The touch and smell and feel of you
ache into my marrow like a blade of fear,
But that no pain, but only pleasuring
stainless fire that fans my soul to fly.

O Love, you are my goddess,
and all your life is mine to worship,
Mine alone to carry me uplyring
through a very choir of praise,
A roar of tidal rapture for your pure
unshaken stance and beck’ning isle of face.

Yes, you, the first and true Love’s lover
and the star-high dreamer’s dream.
Yet e’en more than these are, more than any
of the best of these may ever deem—-
A flash of eternity sparking through the night,
with rosy-budded flesh to crush all through,
And the gentle fragile breath
that sings my lips in two,
divinest spring-made spirit
Of a keen thought’s sweetest light!

This timeless, perfect hour, raised within
your radiance, and born to be
The purpose of my life,
here in heart and hand shall all time’s fate
Command, command all joys and fames,
all flight of glad good names,
All triumph’s height.

Here at last may one man say
what all men would but never could:
“Now I cast all dreams away,
for all my life is good.”

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