The garden of love; flowers gathered from the poets . thoughts of God, Creations antitype and end ! Thou treadest so the vernal sod That slimmest grasses hardly bend;-- I feel thy presence sensible On my ideal supervene, Yet just the moment cannot tell That lies those two bright states between :— No memory has an arm to reach The morning-twilight of our thought,— The infants use of sight and speech Is all unchallenged and unsought ; And yet thou askest, winning one, That I should now unriddler be, To tell thee when I first begun To love and honour Thee ! Lord Houghton. II. The New Life J ^ J^
The garden of love; flowers gathered from the poets . thoughts of God, Creations antitype and end ! Thou treadest so the vernal sod That slimmest grasses hardly bend;-- I feel thy presence sensible On my ideal supervene, Yet just the moment cannot tell That lies those two bright states between :— No memory has an arm to reach The morning-twilight of our thought,— The infants use of sight and speech Is all unchallenged and unsought ; And yet thou askest, winning one, That I should now unriddler be, To tell thee when I first begun To love and honour Thee ! Lord Houghton. II. The New Life J ^ J^ J^ ^ I FELT a spirit of love begin to stirWithin my heart, long time unfelt till then;And saw Love coming towards me fair and fain,(That I scarce knew him for his joyful cheer),Saying, Be now indeed my worshipper ! And in his speech he laughed and laughed , while it was his pleasure to remain,I chanced to look the way he had drawn saw the Ladies Joan and BeatriceApproach me, this the other following,24 V ?Mm ^?^^??? in Jt, j. jt, j, r~\ LET the sohd ground^^ Not fail beneath my feetBefore my life has found What some have found so sweet;Then let come what come matter if I go mad,I shall have had my day. Let the sweet heavens endure,Nor close and darken above me, Before I am quite sureThat there is one to love me ; Then let come what come may To a life that has been so sad, I shall have had my day. Lont Tennyson. Tlic Garden of Loi IV. Endymion ^ J- J- ^ ^ ^ T HE rising moon has hid the stars;Her level rays, like golden bars,Lie on the landscape green,With shadows brown between. And silver white the river if Diana, in her dreams, Had dropt her silver bow Upon the meadows low. On such a tranquil night as this She woke Endymion with a kiss. When, sleepi
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