Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, BEAUTY'S BURDEN, by CHARLES WHARTON STORK

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First Line: I am weighed down beneath a clustering load
Last Line: Or note or scent that beauty's hand hath made.
Subject(s): Beauty

I am weighed down beneath a clustering load
Of fragrances, rich Sounds and lovely shapes,
Like one who toils along a doubtful road
With the glad wealth of purple-glinting grapes.
I seem to stagger from an ancient city
With golden armor, swords, fierce jewels, rings, --
Treasure that stirs deep memories with the pity
Of fate-foiled heroes and forgotten kings.
And then I dream I bear a love-ripe maiden,
Whose folded eyelids flutter; and I thirst
To touch her throat, her lips, till, rapture-laden,
It seems at length as if my heart would burst.
Yet, Beauty-faint, I would not lose one shade,
Or note or scent that Beauty's hand hath made.

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