IX. IF I remember, shepherds say That this is Love's selected day; But doubly dear it now must be Since sacred both to Love and thee. Not one in all the circling year Can be so justly, deeply dear, Since Love and Beauty both combine To give to this a claim divine. For when could Love so fitly be Adored, as when we think on thee? Or thou be worshipped, Beauty say, So fitly as on Love's own day? Upon the morn that saw thy birth Young Love was wandering on the earth, And marked thee from thy natal hour, Knowing the bud contained the flower: And on that lip—that cheek—those eyes, He set his seal: we recognise The impress of divinity, And feel and worship him in thee! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OUR CHRIST by HARRY WEBB FARRINGTON THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 15 by OMAR KHAYYAM LOST HAPPINESS by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS THE LITTLE OLD WOMEN; TO VICTOR HUGO by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE LETTER TO B.W. PROCTOR, ESQ., FROM OXFORD; MAY, 1825 by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES CHEF PERNOLLET by BERTON BRALEY A PASSAGE IN THE LIFE OF ST. AUGUSTINE by NICHOLAS BRETON |