DOTH rapture hold a feast, Doth sorrow keep a fast For Love's dear memory Whose sweetness shall outlast The changing winds of Time, Secret and unsurpassed? Shall I array my heart In Love's vermeil attire? O shall I fling my life Like incense in Love's fire? Weep unto sorrow's lute? Dance unto rapture's lyre? What know the world's triune Of gifts so strange as this Twin-nurtured boon of Love, Deep agony and bliss, Fulfilment and farewell Concentred in a kiss? No worship dost thou need, O miracle divine! Silence and song and tears Delight and dreams are thine, Who mak'st my burning soul Thy sacrament and shrine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FACADE: 21. THE OWL by EDITH SITWELL TO LIZBIE BROWNE by THOMAS HARDY TO SIR HENRY GOODYERE by BEN JONSON SONNET: 109 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: PROEM by ALFRED TENNYSON JUNGLE by WILLIMINA L. ARMSTRONG VILLAGE GREEN by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: MITIGATIONS by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |