Has not Luini writ in fire The secret of our own desire? Your eyelids heavy with the sense Of some strange passionate suspense, And your mouth subtly hungering Who knows for what forbidden thing? Yea, and my longings that would pierce The obscure dividing universe, To die into your heaven of love; Our passion, and the end thereof, Love, even to the death of love. You were this martyr, I the saint For whom your aching eyelids faint In this pretence of chastity; The mystic spousal that shall be Betwixt your Lord and you, divine And deathless, does but symbol mine; Bride of my ultimate desires, And equal flamelike with my fires! This did Luini once record, Unto the glory of the Lord, And for us chiefly, and for all, Upon the sanctuary wall. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FAUST: SCENE 1. PROLOGUE IN HEAVEN by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE ANOTHER GRACE FOR A CHILD by ROBERT HERRICK THE BRAVEST BATTLE by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER KITTY NEIL by JOHN FRANCIS WALLER IN PRAISE OF OLD AGE by ANAXANDRIDES PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 31. AL-LATIF by EDWIN ARNOLD |