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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LOVE IN EXILE: L'ENVOI, by MATHILDE BLIND Poet's Biography First Line: Thou art the goal for which my spirit longs Last Line: And evening star. Alternate Author Name(s): Lake, Claude Subject(s): Love | |||
THOU art the goal for which my spirit longs; As dove on dove, Bound for one home, I send thee all my songs With all my love. Thou art the haven with fair harbour lights; Safe locked in thee, My heart would anchor after stormful nights Alone at sea. Thou art the rest of which my life is fain, The perfect peace; Absorbed in thee the world, with all its pain And toil, would cease. Thou art the heaven to which my soul would go! O dearest eyes, Lost in your light you would turn hell below To Paradise. Thou all in all for which my heart-blood yearns! Yea, near or far -- Where the unfathomed ether throbs and burns With star on star, Or where, enkindled by the fires of June, The fresh earth glows, Blushing beneath the mystical white moon Through rose on rose -- Thee, thee I see, thee feel in all live things, Beloved one; In the first bird which tremulously sings Ere peep of sun; In the last nestling orphaned in the hedge, Rocked to and fro, When dying summer shudders in the sedge, And swallows go; When roaring snows rush down the mountain March floods with rills, Or April lightens through the living grass In daffodils; When poppied cornfields simmer in the heat With tare and thistle, And, like winged clouds above the mellow wheat The starlings whistle; When stained with sunset the wide moorland glare In the wild weather, And clouds with flaming craters smoke and flare Red o'er red heather; When the bent moon, on frostbound midnights waking, Leans to the snow Like some world-mother whose deep heart is breaking O'er human woe. As the round sun rolls red into the ocean, Till all the sea Glows fluid gold, even so life's mazy motion Is dyed with thee: For as the wave-like years subside and roll, O heart's desire, Thy soul glows interfused within my soul, A quenchless fire. Yea, thee I feel, all storms of life above, Near though afar; O thou my glorious morning star of love, And evening star. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE INVENTION OF LOVE by MATTHEA HARVEY TWO VIEWS OF BUSON by ROBERT HASS A LOVE FOR FOUR VOICES: HOMAGE TO FRANZ JOSEPH HAYDN by ANTHONY HECHT AN OFFERING FOR PATRICIA by ANTHONY HECHT LATE AFTERNOON: THE ONSLAUGHT OF LOVE by ANTHONY HECHT A SWEETENING ALL AROUND ME AS IT FALLS by JANE HIRSHFIELD |
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