The Lover Of The Queen Of Sheba
To
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DU A
TH OF
To
NI
DU A
TH OF
The dark is thrown Back from the brightness, like hair Cast over a shoulder
I am alone,
Four years older;
Like the chairs and the walls Which I once watched brighten With you beside me
LE brows, still hands and dim hair,
I had a beautiful
And dreamed that the old
Would end in love in the end:
NS are liken'd best to floods and streams:
The shallow murmur, but the deep are dumb;
So, when affection yields discourse, it seems The bottom is but shallow whence they come
They that are rich in words, in words discover That they ...
LL things uncomely and broken, all things worn out and old,
The cry of a child by the roadway, the creak of a lumbering cart,
The heavy steps of the ploughman, splashing the wintry mould,
Are wronging your image that blossoms a rose...
To force the pace and never to be
Is not the way of those who study
Or women
The best poets wait for words
Alas, how pleasant are their
With whom the Infant Love yet playes
Sorted by pairs, they still are
By Fountains cool, and Shadows green
Down the memory lanes, on which you've strolled since ages
They will end if you walk farther a step or
Where exits the turn towards the wilderness of forgetfulnessbeyond which, there isn't any Me, nor any
My eyes hold their breath, ...
Out upon it,
I have
Three whole days together;
And am like to love three more,
Eternally the choking steam goes up From the black pools of seething oil
My lover asks me:"What is the difference between me and the sky
"The difference, my love,
Is that when you laugh,
I forget about the sky
I have been so great a lover: filled my
So proudly with the splendour of Love's praise,
The pain, the calm, and the astonishment,
Desire illimitable, and still content,