The Condemned And the Mercy of God Two Poems of Crisis
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Yet, as the fire of logs that blazes bright Upon your hearth and fills your room with a glow 42 THE MERCY OF GOD Of ruddy cheer, so has my secret love Burned constant, nay, far brighter than earth's fire, More dazzling than any sunlight, and more pure Than a young moon that paves the sea with silver.
This inward light I cherish ; in its beams I live ; else die I in man's sun. Think, now, My brother, had you in your youth, when life Lay still a virgin pasture at your feet, And you were brave and... loving and full of faith As is a spring day dawning, had you then Pledged soul and body to a beauteous maid Whom you had wooed in her shy girlish grace, And plucked as you would pluck an opening rose, When the first sunlight of the morning makes The dew a mesh of silver, and had one then Come hastily and torn you two apart, As if your troth was but an idle word Whispered in sleep, your fiery passion fond As foam upon a wave-crest, how would you Have borne with him, how answered, how endured ?
CORSO It holds not, sister, this your parable, For had I loved, as would I had, a maid When still my heart was white as snow new-faH'n, I would have loved her as a man must love, With the blood tingling in my veins, all heaven Breathed in my earth, all body mixed with soul ; I would have trembled at her touch, as the grass Beneath the soft and sudden winds of summer That waft the scent of meadows through the night, Flushed as the sky to name her, and when I kissed, THE MERCY OF GOD 43 Have taken all the world of sense and sound Into my arms and sealed it for my own.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
Yet, as the fire of logs that blazes bright Upon your hearth and fills your room with a glow 42 THE MERCY OF GOD Of ruddy cheer, so has my secret love Burned constant, nay, far brighter than earth's fire, More dazzling than any sunlight, and more pure Than a young moon that paves the sea with silver.
This inward light I cherish ; in its beams I live ; else die I in man's sun. Think, now, My brother, had you in your youth, when life Lay still a virgin pasture at your feet, And you were brave and... loving and full of faith As is a spring day dawning, had you then Pledged soul and body to a beauteous maid Whom you had wooed in her shy girlish grace, And plucked as you would pluck an opening rose, When the first sunlight of the morning makes The dew a mesh of silver, and had one then Come hastily and torn you two apart, As if your troth was but an idle word Whispered in sleep, your fiery passion fond As foam upon a wave-crest, how would you Have borne with him, how answered, how endured ?
CORSO It holds not, sister, this your parable, For had I loved, as would I had, a maid When still my heart was white as snow new-faH'n, I would have loved her as a man must love, With the blood tingling in my veins, all heaven Breathed in my earth, all body mixed with soul ; I would have trembled at her touch, as the grass Beneath the soft and sudden winds of summer That waft the scent of meadows through the night, Flushed as the sky to name her, and when I kissed, THE MERCY OF GOD 43 Have taken all the world of sense and sound Into my arms and sealed it for my own.
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You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by Hugh Ianson Fausset to read onlineMoreLess
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