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    His Lady of the Sonnets
    His Lady of the Sonnets
    His Lady of the Sonnets
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    His Lady of the Sonnets

    By Robert W. Norwood

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    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherArchive Classics
    Release dateNov 25, 2013
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      His Lady of the Sonnets - Robert W. Norwood

      The Project Gutenberg EBook of His Lady of the Sonnets, by Robert W. Norwood

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      Title: His Lady of the Sonnets

      Author: Robert W. Norwood

      Release Date: September 8, 2011 [EBook #36915]

      Language: English

      *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HIS LADY OF THE SONNETS ***

      Produced by Al Haines

      HIS LADY

      OF THE SONNETS

      BY

      ROBERT W. NORWOOD

      BOSTON

      SHERMAN, FRENCH & COMPANY

      1915

      COPYRIGHT, 1915

      SHERMAN, FRENCH & COMPANY

      TO

      MY WIFE

      "I shall never, in the years remaining,

      Paint you pictures, no, nor carve you statues,

      Make you music that should all-express me;

      So it seems: I stand on my attainment.

      This of verse alone, one life allows me;

      Verse and nothing else have I to give you.

      Other heights in other lives, God willing:

      All the gifts from all the heights, your own, Love!"

                                                                                  ROBERT BROWNING.

      CONTENTS

      His Lady Of The Sonnets

      Antony To Cleopatra, After Actium

      Paul To Timothy

      Dives In Torment

      SONNETS AND SONGS

      Fellow Craftsmen

      Posca

      Reincarnation

      Jacob's Dream

      Keats

      A Poet's Prayer

      What Is Religion?

      A Song Of Spring

      A Fallen Angel

      A Litany

      The Great Comrade

      A Revery

      Good-Bye

      David's Song To Michal

      David Before Saul

      A Villanelle Of Fate

      One Woman

      HIS LADY OF THE SONNETS

      I

      My soul awoke from slumber—the long ease

      Of years that passed away in dull content,

      Not caring what the world's deep voices meant—

      Sunk in my dreams, I heard their harmonies

      Like wind-blown clamour of far-calling seas

      That told of Ithaca to sailors spent

      With trouble, and forgetful at the scent

      And taste of fruit plucked from the lotus trees;

      For as I slept, your footsteps on the grass,

      Your voice, wrought once again the Miracle

      Of Eden; and I saw appear and pass

      Eve in her beauty, binding still the spell

      That Adam felt, when from his opened side

      Stepped Woman forth in loveliness and pride.

      II

      I meet you in the mystery of the night,

      A dear Dream-Goddess on a crescent moon;

      An opalescent splendour, like a noon

      Of lilies; and I wonder that the height

      Should darken for the depth to give me light—

      Light of your face, so lovely that I swoon

      With gazing, and then wake to find how soon

      Joy of the world fades when you fade from sight.

      Beholding you, I am Endymion,

      Lost and immortal in Latmian dreams;

      With Dian bending down to look upon

      Her shepherd, whose æonian slumber seems

      A moment, twinkling like a starry gem

      Among the jewels of her diadem.

      III

      If I could tell why, when you look at me,

      Dreams that have visited half wakeful nights

      Re-form and shape themselves, and Pisgah-sights

      Fill one far valley to a purple sea;

      And white-domed cities rise with porphyry,

      Jacinth and sapphire gates, beneath the heights,

      Rose-flamed within the dawn where Phœbus smites

      Earth with his heel—claiming its lord to be;

      Then would you know what my heart seeks to say

      And falters ere sufficient words be found:

      How all the voiceless night and vocal day

      Love looks on you and trembles into sound;

      Love longs and pleads for his one moment's bliss—

      You and him mingled in a silent kiss.

      IV

      My love is like a spring among the hills

      Whose brimming waters may not be confined,

      But pour one torrent through the ways that wind

      Down to a garden; there the rose distills

      Its nectar; there a tall, white lily fills

      Night with anointing of two lovers, blind,

      Dumb, deaf, of body, spirit,

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