DOTH rapture hold a feast, Doth sorrow keep a fast For Love's dear memory Whose sweetness shall outlast The changing winds of Time, Secret and unsurpassed? Shall I array my heart In Love's vermeil attire? O shall I fling my life Like incense in Love's fire? Weep unto sorrow's lute? Dance unto rapture's lyre? What know the world's triune Of gifts so strange as this Twin-nurtured boon of Love, Deep agony and bliss, Fulfilment and farewell Concentred in a kiss? No worship dost thou need, O miracle divine! Silence and song and tears Delight and dreams are thine, Who mak'st my burning soul Thy sacrament and shrine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NAMING FOR LOVE by HAYDEN CARRUTH RESURRECTION UPDATE by JAMES GALVIN TO THE MARTYRED by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE DOLL BELIEVERS by CLARENCE MAJOR SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MRS. MERRITT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |