Aphrodite And Other Poems

such solace as the trees Have in the dusk embraces of the breeze. Their murmurs of mysterious meanings hide The amorous ache of lovers side by side; Whose twilight talk is commune far above, Yea, deeper down than language goes for love. . . . Of love, that lives unutterable things, Become articulate on muted strings Of dumb desire, that reft of speech awakes To murmur and to marvel how it aches Only, and find no use in any word E'en ears of two-fold tenderness have heard.... Dreadful the dusk grows, and with veiled delight Somewhere, that hides amid the Infinite, As deeper stars, of what I may not see Yet must I feel wring all the roots of me. . . . What art thou now that comes, that sighest so? Didst thou and I love in some Long-Ago? And now, a ghost, dost haunt the glooming wind At evening, for thy penance where we sinned In loving by too little or too much? Is mine to live whilst Memory hints at such Across a tomb of far forgotten years That shine and darken down my soul as tears? My doom to dream; and thine to drift, aloud For me with Longing, like yon evening cloud? Did I do wrong upon thee in the days We met among some fallen forest's ways, Thou loving where I lusted? Womanwise? Since seldom man for strength of loving vies With woman?dost thou strive to get to me, For that we two were lovers Destiny Destroyed of swift snake-poison ere we died, Or of hate's twin-born serpent-sister, pride, Who fain would kiss forgiveness once, and cease Where pa... --This text refers to an alternate Paperback edition.