272. The Sense Faints Picturing Her -
THE SENSE FAINTS PICTURING HER
The high new wonder that enriched our days,
Dawned on our world, but would not dally there,
Heaven revealed, only to make men stare,
Then snatched back in its own bright world to blaze:
That to posterity I paint and praise
Her beauty is Love's will, Love's early snare;
Though now wit, time, pen, ink are weak to bear
The lovely burden and the long delays.
My rhymes pulse slowly for all Love's impelling;
I feel it, and whoever here and now,
By speech or poem will the truth avow,
Verily knowing the truth past every telling,
Here let him brood and sigh, " O Holy Power,
Hallowed the eyes that witnessed her white hour! "
The high new wonder that enriched our days,
Dawned on our world, but would not dally there,
Heaven revealed, only to make men stare,
Then snatched back in its own bright world to blaze:
That to posterity I paint and praise
Her beauty is Love's will, Love's early snare;
Though now wit, time, pen, ink are weak to bear
The lovely burden and the long delays.
My rhymes pulse slowly for all Love's impelling;
I feel it, and whoever here and now,
By speech or poem will the truth avow,
Verily knowing the truth past every telling,
Here let him brood and sigh, " O Holy Power,
Hallowed the eyes that witnessed her white hour! "
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