Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, TWELVE SONNETS: 2, by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913)


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TWELVE SONNETS: 2, by                    
First Line: Because thou hast not feared the darts of men
Last Line: When love, not hate, crowns me in mine own land.


Because thou hast not feared the darts of men
Flung forth against me in their feeble hate,
But hast believed in me in spite of fate,—
Yea, in thine heart, sweet, often and again
Hast borne their poison-pointed arrows when
Their anger-maddened ranks around the gate
Of song surged foaming, fierce-tongued and elate,—
Beholding in me love beyond their ken:—
Because thou hast not shivered when the seas
Brake hard against me, and the pettish spray
Of hostile words leaped round from day to day,
And evil arrows quivered in the breeze,—
Therefore shalt thou for ever with me stand
When love, not hate, crowns me in mine own land.





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