STRANGENESSO love, thy lips are bright and cold,Like jewels carven curiouslyTo symbols of a mystery,A secret dim, forgotten, old.Like woven amber, finely spun,Thy hair, enwoofed with golden light,Remembers yet the flaming flightOf some unknown, archaic sun.Thine eyes are crystals green and chill,Wherein, as in a shifting sea,Wan fires and drowning splendours fleeTo stealthy deeps forever still.Fallen across thy dreaming face,The dawn is made a secret thing,Like flame of crimson lamps that swingAt midnight, in a cavern-space.Thy smile is like the furtive gleamOf fleeing moons a traveller seesThrough closing arms of cypress-trees,In secret realms of night and dream.Sphinx-like, unsolved eternally,Thy beauty’s riddle doth abide,And love hath come, and love hath died,Striving to read the mystery.
O love, thy lips are bright and cold,Like jewels carven curiouslyTo symbols of a mystery,A secret dim, forgotten, old.Like woven amber, finely spun,Thy hair, enwoofed with golden light,Remembers yet the flaming flightOf some unknown, archaic sun.Thine eyes are crystals green and chill,Wherein, as in a shifting sea,Wan fires and drowning splendours fleeTo stealthy deeps forever still.Fallen across thy dreaming face,The dawn is made a secret thing,Like flame of crimson lamps that swingAt midnight, in a cavern-space.Thy smile is like the furtive gleamOf fleeing moons a traveller seesThrough closing arms of cypress-trees,In secret realms of night and dream.Sphinx-like, unsolved eternally,Thy beauty’s riddle doth abide,And love hath come, and love hath died,Striving to read the mystery.
O love, thy lips are bright and cold,Like jewels carven curiouslyTo symbols of a mystery,A secret dim, forgotten, old.Like woven amber, finely spun,Thy hair, enwoofed with golden light,Remembers yet the flaming flightOf some unknown, archaic sun.Thine eyes are crystals green and chill,Wherein, as in a shifting sea,Wan fires and drowning splendours fleeTo stealthy deeps forever still.Fallen across thy dreaming face,The dawn is made a secret thing,Like flame of crimson lamps that swingAt midnight, in a cavern-space.Thy smile is like the furtive gleamOf fleeing moons a traveller seesThrough closing arms of cypress-trees,In secret realms of night and dream.Sphinx-like, unsolved eternally,Thy beauty’s riddle doth abide,And love hath come, and love hath died,Striving to read the mystery.
O love, thy lips are bright and cold,Like jewels carven curiouslyTo symbols of a mystery,A secret dim, forgotten, old.
O love, thy lips are bright and cold,
Like jewels carven curiously
To symbols of a mystery,
A secret dim, forgotten, old.
Like woven amber, finely spun,Thy hair, enwoofed with golden light,Remembers yet the flaming flightOf some unknown, archaic sun.
Like woven amber, finely spun,
Thy hair, enwoofed with golden light,
Remembers yet the flaming flight
Of some unknown, archaic sun.
Thine eyes are crystals green and chill,Wherein, as in a shifting sea,Wan fires and drowning splendours fleeTo stealthy deeps forever still.
Thine eyes are crystals green and chill,
Wherein, as in a shifting sea,
Wan fires and drowning splendours flee
To stealthy deeps forever still.
Fallen across thy dreaming face,The dawn is made a secret thing,Like flame of crimson lamps that swingAt midnight, in a cavern-space.
Fallen across thy dreaming face,
The dawn is made a secret thing,
Like flame of crimson lamps that swing
At midnight, in a cavern-space.
Thy smile is like the furtive gleamOf fleeing moons a traveller seesThrough closing arms of cypress-trees,In secret realms of night and dream.
Thy smile is like the furtive gleam
Of fleeing moons a traveller sees
Through closing arms of cypress-trees,
In secret realms of night and dream.
Sphinx-like, unsolved eternally,Thy beauty’s riddle doth abide,And love hath come, and love hath died,Striving to read the mystery.
Sphinx-like, unsolved eternally,
Thy beauty’s riddle doth abide,
And love hath come, and love hath died,
Striving to read the mystery.