Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, MY LADY, by MATHILDE BLIND

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MY LADY, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: Like putting forth upon a sea
Last Line: As is the fickle ocean.
Alternate Author Name(s): Lake, Claude
Subject(s): Love - Complaints

LIKE putting forth upon a sea
On which the moonbeams shimmer,
Where reefs and unknown perils be
To wreck, yea, wreck one utterly,
It were to love you, lady fair,
In whose black braids of billowy hair
The misty moonstones glimmer.

Oh, misty moonstone-coloured eyes,
Latticed behind long lashes,
Within whose clouded orbs there lies,
Like lightning in the sleeping skies,
A spark to kindle and ignite,
And set a fire to love alight
To burn one's heart to ashes.

I will not put forth on this deep
Of perilous emotion;
No, though your hands be soft as sleep,
They shall not have my heart to keep,
Nor draw it to your fatal sphere.
Lady, you are as much to fear
As is the fickle ocean.

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