Poetics
" So say the foolish!" Say the foolish so, Love?
" Flower she is, my rose" — or else " My very swan is she" —
Or perhaps " Yon maid-moon, blessing earth below, Love,
That art thou!" — to them, belike: no such vain words from me.
" Hush, rose, blush! no balm like breath," I chide it:
" Bend thy neck its best, swan, — hers the whiter curve!"
Be the moon the moon: my Love I place beside it:
What is she? Her human self, — no lower word will serve.
" Flower she is, my rose" — or else " My very swan is she" —
Or perhaps " Yon maid-moon, blessing earth below, Love,
That art thou!" — to them, belike: no such vain words from me.
" Hush, rose, blush! no balm like breath," I chide it:
" Bend thy neck its best, swan, — hers the whiter curve!"
Be the moon the moon: my Love I place beside it:
What is she? Her human self, — no lower word will serve.
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