Emblems Of Love eBook

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A moment satisfied in that love-strife
I knew the world!—­And when I fell from there,
Then knew I also what this life would do
In being twain,—­in being man and woman! 
For it would do even as its endless Master,
Making the world, had done; yea, with itself
Would strive, and for the strife would into sex
Be cloven, double burning, made thereby
Desirable to itself.  Contrived joy
Is sex in life; and by no other thing
Than by a perfect sundering, could life
Change the dark stream of unappointed joy
To perfect praise of itself, the glee that loves
And worships its own Being.  This is ours! 
Yet only for that we have been so long
Sundered desire:  thence is our life all praise.—­
But we, well knowing by our strength of joy
There is no sundering more, how far we love
From those sad lives that know a half-love only,
Alone thereby knowing themselves for ever
Sealed in division of love, and therefore made
To pour their strength out always into their love’s
Fierceness, as green wood bleeds its hissing sap Into red heat of a fire!  Not so do we:  The cloven anger, life, hath left to wage Its flame against itself, here turned to one Self-adoration.—­Ah, what comes of this?  The joy falters a moment, with closed wings Wearying in its upward journey, ere Again it goes on high, bearing its song, Its delight breathing and its vigour beating The highest height of the air above the world.

She
What hast thou done to me!—­I would have soul,
Before I knew thee, Love, a captive held
By flesh.  Now, inly delighted with desire,
My body knows itself to be nought else
But thy heart’s worship of me; and my soul
Therein is sunlight held by warm gold air. 
Nay, all my body is become a song
Upon the breath of spirit, a love-song.

He
And mine is all like one rapt faculty,
As it were listening to the love in thee,
My whole mortality trembling to take
Thy body like heard singing of thy spirit.

She
Surely by this, Beloved, we must know
Our love is perfect here,—­that not as holds
The common dullard thought, we are things lost
In an amazement that is all unware;
But wonderfully knowing what we are! 
Lo, now that body is the song whereof
Spirit is mood, knoweth not our delight? 
Knoweth not beautifully now our love,
That Life, here to this festival bid come
Clad in his splendour of worldly day and night,
Filled and empower’d by heavenly lust, is all
The glad imagination of the Spirit?

He
Were it not so, Love could not be at all: 
Nought could be, but a yearning to fulfil
Desire of beauty, by vain reaching forth
Of sense to hold and understand the vision
Made by impassion’d body,—­vision of thee! 
But music mixt with music are, in love,
Bodily senses; and as flame hath light,
Spirit this nature hath imagined round it,
No way concealed therein, when love comes near,
Nor in the perfect wedding of desires
Suffering any hindrance.

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