The Storm-Flower
THE STORM-FLOWER BLOOMS BY THE OUTER MOAT
OF MY CASTLE OF LOVE, WHILE THE PERILOUS RAIN
SHRIEKS AND BEATS AT THE GRANITE WALLS ,
AT THE DOORS, AT EACH THICK WINDOW-PANE
BUT IN THE KEEP, STILL, STILL, AND DEEP
MY SWEET LOVE WAITS IN IVORY ROOMS :
SHE WEARS NEW SILK FROM FAIRY LOOMS :
OUR LIPS BURN SWEETLY, WITHOUT FEAR :
OUR NEST IS STILL. I HEAR HER SIGH.—
AND WHAT CARE I. IF THE STORM-FLOWER BLOOMS!
OF MY CASTLE OF LOVE, WHILE THE PERILOUS RAIN
SHRIEKS AND BEATS AT THE GRANITE WALLS ,
AT THE DOORS, AT EACH THICK WINDOW-PANE
BUT IN THE KEEP, STILL, STILL, AND DEEP
MY SWEET LOVE WAITS IN IVORY ROOMS :
SHE WEARS NEW SILK FROM FAIRY LOOMS :
OUR LIPS BURN SWEETLY, WITHOUT FEAR :
OUR NEST IS STILL. I HEAR HER SIGH.—
AND WHAT CARE I. IF THE STORM-FLOWER BLOOMS!
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