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A Selection From The Poems Of Mathilde Blind (1897)
by Mathilde Blind
Binding: Paperback, 160 pages
Publisher: Kessinger Publishing, LLC
Weight: 0.54 pound
Dimension: H: 0.75 x L: 9 x W: 0.5 inches
ISBN 10: 0548675112
ISBN 13: 9780548675113
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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: Xoxe in JEjile anfc tber oe poems LOVE IN EXILE. SHE stood against the Orient sun, Her face inscrutable for light; A myriad larks in unison Sang o'er her, soaring out of sight. A myriad flowers around her feet Burst flame like from the yielding sod, Till all the wandering airs were sweet With incense mounting up to God. A mighty rainbow shook, inclined Towards her, from the Occident, Girdling the cloud wrack which enshrined Half the light bearing firmament. Lit showers flashed golden o'er the hills, And trees flung silver to the breeze, And, scattering diamonds, fleet foot rills Fled laughingly across the leas. Yea, Love, the skylarks laud but thee, And writ in flowers thine awful name; Spring is thy shade, dread Ecstasy, And life a brand which feeds thy flame. Winding all my life about thee, Let me lay my lips on thine ; What is all the world without thee, Mine oh mine 1 Let me press my heart out on thee, Grape of life's most fiery vine, Spilling sacramental on thee Love's red wine. Let thy strong eyes yearning o'er me Draw me with their force divine ; All my soul has gone before me Clasping thine. Irresistibly I follow, As wherever we may run Runs our shadow, as the swallow Seeks the sun. Yea, I tremble, swoon, surrender All my spirit to thy sway, As a star is drowned in splendour Of the day. I charge you, O winds of the West, O winds with the wings of the dove, That ye blow o'er the brows of my Love, breathing low that I sicken for love. I charge you, O dews of the Dawn, O tears of the star of the morn, That ye fall at the feet of my love with the sound of one weeping forlorn. I charge you, O birds of the Air, O birds flying home to your nest, That ye sing in his ears of the joy that for ever has fled...

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