IX. IF I remember, shepherds say That this is Love's selected day; But doubly dear it now must be Since sacred both to Love and thee. Not one in all the circling year Can be so justly, deeply dear, Since Love and Beauty both combine To give to this a claim divine. For when could Love so fitly be Adored, as when we think on thee? Or thou be worshipped, Beauty say, So fitly as on Love's own day? Upon the morn that saw thy birth Young Love was wandering on the earth, And marked thee from thy natal hour, Knowing the bud contained the flower: And on that lip—that cheek—those eyes, He set his seal: we recognise The impress of divinity, And feel and worship him in thee! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BALLAD OF A DAFT GIRL by DOROTHY ALDIS THE BURDEN OF A SIGH by LEVI BISHOP HIS VICTORY by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE THE LEADERS by LOUISE E. V. BOYD DREYFUS by FLORENCE EARLE COATES TALLEYRAND TO LORD GRENVILLE; A METRICAL EPISTLE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE CONCLUDING LINES OF PRIZE POEM ON HOPE by GEORGE CRABBE |