Prometheus Bound, and Other Poems: Including Sonnets from the Portuguese, Casa Guidi Windows
PMThis historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from ... Show synopsis PMThis historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1852 edition. Excerpt: ...But if instead Thou wait beside me for tfie wind to blow The grey dust up,... those laurels on thine head, O My beloved, will not shield thee so, That none of all the fires shall scorch and shred The hair beneath. Stand farther off then! Go. n. Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand Henceforward in thy shadow. Nevermore Alone upon the threshold of my door Of individual life, I shall command The uses of my soul, nor lift my hand Serenely in the sunshine as before, Without the sense of that which I forbore,.. Thy touch upon the palm. The widest land Doom takes to part us, leaves thy heart in mine With pulses that beat double. What I do And what I dream include thee, as the wine Must taste of its own grapes. And when I sue God for myself, He hears that name of thine, And sees within my eyes, the tears of two. VII. The face of all the world is changed, I think, Since first I heard the footsteps of thy soul Move still, oh, still, beside me; as they stole Betwixt me and the dreadful outer brink Of obvious death, where I who thought to sink Was caught up into love and taught the whole Of life in a new rhythm. The cup of dole God gave for baptism, I am fain to drink, And praise its sweetness, sweet, with thee anear. The names of country, heaven, are changed away For where thou art or shalt be, there or here; And this.. this lute and song.. loved yesterday, (The singing angels know) are only dear, Because thy name moves right in what they say. vm. What can I give thee back, 0 liberal And princely giver,.. who hast brought the gold And purple of thine heart, unstained, untold, And laid them on the outside of the wall, For such as I to take, or leave withal, In unexpected largesse? Am I cold, Ungrateful, that for these most manifold High gifts, I render.