Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CONSUMMATION, by CHARLES V. H. ROBERTS
First Line: In a garden, soul to soul we met and loved
Last Line: On a moonlit-glow: 'twere better death would wed.
Subject(s): Absence; Love - Loss Of; Solitude; Separation; Isolation; Loneliness
In a garden, soul to soul we met and loved
Listless languor by stone-parapets,
Leaf-dance ripple, sense of minor thirds,
Stars above, a language not of words;
Vows and raptureslife's sweetest flowerets.
Roving minstrels strolled unto the feasts,
Our thoughts upon their strings in tinselled air,
To woodlands where clove-footed gods had sung;
Where consenting dear Companionship had rung
From bells that melted tenderly to prayer.
Afar o'er dale translucent waters moved,
Enthralling sounds through sequence of the hours.
I was the Night and she the Moonlit-Glow,
Her curls all ill-arranged and veil so low,
O'er Passion wakening in this love of ours.
I'm still the Night and there's the Moonlit-Glow,
But as I see her ebb in Time's great sky,
No more the sweetness of her love-wrung ray.
That chaste white face is now conjured to clay
Of hardest light. Erewhile, alone am I.
With crawlings o'er me, numbness in the air,
Upon my throat, my breast, my arms, my hair,
Gliding skeletons arise to sight
In elfish weeds and wands of swirling light
The horrors of a Beauty vilely used,
Staring, ever doomed to staresuch hues
Down-bending Parasite of circumstance.
Shimmering procession and a giddy dance
That overcrests the pathway of the clouds,
Revels nebulous, that cheat the days
In look malign and cold accusing gaze;
Silver drooping rays of compromise,
False most gems that shine beneath the stars;
Phantasmagoria and a soulless glance,
Waveless watersand my eyes are fed
On a Moonlit-Glow: 'twere better Death would wed.
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