Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, TWELVE SONNETS: 10. THY WHITENESS, by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913)


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TWELVE SONNETS: 10. THY WHITENESS, by                    
First Line: It is thy whiteness, love, which whiteneth me
Last Line: And white as thine own love my urgent song.
Subject(s): Virtue


It is thy whiteness, love, which whiteneth me.
I am the red stained warrior,—thou the flower
Filling with whiteness love's dear spotless bower:
Thou art my crown of splendid purity.
The lessons of high God I learn from thee,
And thou dost gain from me swift thought and power:
So the twin spirits deepen hour by hour,
And love's soul-plant becomes a strong great tree.

Oh, be thou white! My whiteness all is thine,
As, lady dear, thy new-born strength is mine.
And, if I make thee large of heart and strong,
Pour thou thy whiteness through my yearning heart,—
That pure may be the utterance of my Art,
And white as thine own love my urgent song.





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