Poems
THEME/S
("She who was the destroyer of all evil and the queen of all good, coming where 1 was, denied me her most sweet salutation, in which alone was my blessedness."—Dante's Vila Nuova)
O Beatrice, one word's saluting grace
Breathed from your mystery-haunted flower-sweet
Visage would have becalmed the passion-heat
Vexing my vague mind's melancholy space.
But dreams eternal beckoned to your gaze
Down the grey curve of this Florentine street!
Smileless you went; and I must turn my feet
To seek your love beyond all earthly days....
Following the track of your lost smile I pass
Now and for ever to the inmost deep
Where each dark hour shall be a mirroring glass
Of solitary giant-hearted sleep—
Resolved to wake not till your mien caress
My trancehood, like a Sun of deathlessness!
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