IT is all calm this love you give to me. My life goes gently in a cloistered hold Whose windows open to the scanty gold Of tender twilight on a waveless sea. This is the joy I thought might never be, The comfort granted and the ease untold; This is the dream fulfilled, that in the old Despiteful days I sought for wearily. Oh strange, most strange, that from this peace I turn To think of one who rode a dangerous way, One night of winds, beneath a moon-mad sky, Reckless as flame that leaps to cleave and burn, A wild, glad lover speeding to obey The mocking fate that bade him kiss and die. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SABBATH HYMN by SOLOMON BEN MOSES HA-LEVI ALKABEZ ON THE LIFE OF MAN by FRANCIS BEAUMONT BUT TODAY by BEULA CHAMBERLAIN THE FLUTE by ANDRE MARIE CHENIER IN IMITATION OF A SONG IN THE PLAY OF ROLLO by CHARLES COTTON COME, DEATH - MY LADY IS DEAD by CHARLES D'ORLEANS SYLVIA'S SONG by GEORGE DARLEY MY LADDIE'S HOUNDS (VIRGINIA MOUNTAINS) by MARGUERITE ELIZABETH (MILLER) EASTER |