FORM(A Study)
FORM(A Study)
Flower-like and shy,You stand, sweet mortal, at the river’s brim:With what unconscious graceYour limbs to some strange law surrenderingWhich lifts you clear of our humanity!Now would I sacrificeYour breathing, warmth, and all the strange romanceOf living, to a moment. Ere you breakThe greater thing than you, I would my eyesWere basilisk to turn you into stone.So should you be the world’s inheritance.And souls of unborn men should draw their breathFrom mortal you, immortalised in Death.
Flower-like and shy,You stand, sweet mortal, at the river’s brim:With what unconscious graceYour limbs to some strange law surrenderingWhich lifts you clear of our humanity!Now would I sacrificeYour breathing, warmth, and all the strange romanceOf living, to a moment. Ere you breakThe greater thing than you, I would my eyesWere basilisk to turn you into stone.So should you be the world’s inheritance.And souls of unborn men should draw their breathFrom mortal you, immortalised in Death.
Flower-like and shy,You stand, sweet mortal, at the river’s brim:With what unconscious graceYour limbs to some strange law surrenderingWhich lifts you clear of our humanity!
Flower-like and shy,
You stand, sweet mortal, at the river’s brim:
With what unconscious grace
Your limbs to some strange law surrendering
Which lifts you clear of our humanity!
Now would I sacrificeYour breathing, warmth, and all the strange romanceOf living, to a moment. Ere you breakThe greater thing than you, I would my eyesWere basilisk to turn you into stone.So should you be the world’s inheritance.And souls of unborn men should draw their breathFrom mortal you, immortalised in Death.
Now would I sacrifice
Your breathing, warmth, and all the strange romance
Of living, to a moment. Ere you break
The greater thing than you, I would my eyes
Were basilisk to turn you into stone.
So should you be the world’s inheritance.
And souls of unborn men should draw their breath
From mortal you, immortalised in Death.