Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HEAVEN AND MEMORIES, by CHARLES V. H. ROBERTS First Line: Welcome, my beloved, to paradise! Last Line: The cloud, where 'throned in his omnipotence sits god! Subject(s): Farewell; Memory; Parting | ||||||||
Welcome, my Beloved, to Paradise! The portal ending thy sad mortal span; Past griefs and shadows, all thy wanderings, Deep buried in Divine Immensity. Thy shining eyes and once remembered smile Waft mystic winds and seething sprays of souls, The murmuring of our Love's Oblivion Flung o'er the arches of eternity. Wan wreaths evoke the labyrinths of spirits' Deepest reaches. My lips, with God's, impress A holy kiss upon thy browcommunion Of thy soul with mine: Benediction touches us twain The apparelling of phantomsno passage here But those of angels, consecrated to their God. At thy death last night, Beloved, my presence watched Aside thy bed. Clasped thee close, much loving, More, so much more than thou knewest. I Now glimpsed along thy wall's empaling grief Soft footstepsthe heart-aches of thy friends below. This very Heaven rocks in recollection! I kissed thy fevered brow and lilied cheeks. Afar the grieving stars dripped tears, tender Lights came down to bear thy soul away. "Does she move, or breathe?" "SpeakSpeak!" The frailty of thy life, in distance fading, An inward victory by an outward loss. Sleeping, thou wert austerely beautiful And yet sublimely sad,thy blood in crimson Passioning pale and fearful of eternity. Hark! the angels' greeting,half-veiled blended Cadences to Immortality, Hidden choristers' divinist prayer, A soul's soft winding clue of melody! This strange device of musicmagic in The touch of Godupbears us in this timeless Tide, where ages are but strains that mingle In eternal waves and fade in stresses, On the triads of the Infinite. My soul's a dwelling now for memory, Sweet even in the palace door of Heaven. What meshes have I woven for thy spirit? Weaved perhaps beneath a younger sun, Weaved in truth before that sun was ever wrought From off the Blazing Fabric of yon Deity! Thine eyes were fountains in their cradle days, To break the drought of sombre Destiny. Scarce were our souls conceived before the stars, Than Heaven was our final trysting place. Beloved, thou art an inspiration, with Immortal hands decked in rubies which The fiercest suns could woo. Unimpassioned Beauty in a royal flame, thy life Is ever in its mirthful infancy And still in thought supreme. E'er changing visions Pass, laughing strangely, but so pure in mood. Through groves of jeweled nets, o'erhang the ripened Counsels of felicityfrail But fadeless tender leaflets never drooping, Plastic spirits in immortal texture, An iridescent, opal, mystic, dreamful dreaming; All joy, all reticence and prayer enact And chant the mystery of the Trinity. My snow-white swan upon an azure river, In languors thou shalt ever be caressed, A silken stream through an emerald vale, Brightly vast,shadows quivering to The falls of sleep. Thou hast the ecstasy Of seeking, on the flow of Perfect Happiness attained, Tranquil intermissions in repose, Foam-bells teeming o'er eternal Play. Still, still I peer in wistful membrances, O'er tree-tops 'neath the starsto mortals' earth. Thy face, thy human voice, breath as tiny Flakes of snow, wonder-filled in merriment! Can'st thou not remember from afar A little girl all shaking down her curls; The garden of thy country-side, where the first Dream petals of our love broke flower; whispers, The secret kiss, the summer's afternoon, The old pergola twined in climbing rose, Thy tender arms around my shoulders thrown; Farewells repeated o'er and o'er; rippling Sounds, the evening green, with sweeter sweetness In the air, our senses' ecstasy, The caressive touches of thy handsa fire Unto thy finger tipsthy soul into my soul? 'Twas a wondrous tale of wondrous love! Ah! Even here thy spirit eyes are tremulous In tears. I dreamed of Allah's Paradise, Stripped bare thy beating heart to flower there. No, No! Thou need'st not worry lest I say it Though memory is oft the greatest ritual Of enduring joy. A master-mistress Of a bliss that's past, reflecting makes Eternal bliss that's now. As we are minded So our lives have beenerstwhile Beloved, Could we be here in Paradise? Were this Profane that I recall it allunroll In Heaven such tapestries of human love? 'Twere useless dear to try and break the spell. I think these very memories are parts Of that great Spark Divine, the ashes of The past on incense-pyres of Happiness, Urns of sweetest bliss from other worlds, Cinders into beauty from the grave Blown on breezes to eternity, Soft-mysticismamber glow of moonlight Rich with shadows of an Orient night. Beloved, adoring sadness in thy melodies, Still all compensative was their tenderness. In jewelled draperies around thee, bending low, Thy beauty yielded beauty to the Dawn. Dipped in passion as the rose, thy form, Its perfume then was but the incense of thy soul. These Immortal Tides are long enough to sing And glow around the chalice of a perfect hour. In sweetest liquor of the "times that were" Accept a drop from o'er a crimson rim The Sacrament was vowed upon His shrine. Our wedding day!October mornthe ancient Church with vines on stones a-creepingverdant Trees, scattered blossomslullabies Of mating birds! Oh! I thought, my bride, that noon I walked the golden highway of the stars: My soul dreamed naught could beas such is here to-day. Come! kneel, Beloved, in one appeal, though succor Is not needed or denied; nor loss Of one another's gaincradled in Divine Equality. A garden's 'round Our souls for whispering to Himno words Of pleading here to solve prayer's mystery. Eternal magic in eternal air, Eternal music o'er eternal prayer! Closer spirits, closer angels, closer Soulsstill closer, thee, Beloved! 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