Poems; with introdby Richard Garnett and illusby Byam Shaw . nd saw God also! XVIII What were seen ? None knows, none ever shall know. Only this is sure—the sight were other. Not the moons same side, born late in Florence, Dying now impoverished here in London. God be thanked, the meanest of his creatures Boasts two soul-sides, one to face the world with, One to show a woman when he loves her. XIX This I say of me, but think of you. Love! This to you—yourself my moon of poets ! Ah, but thats the worlds side—theres the wonder Thus they see you, praise you, think they know you. There, in turn I
Poems; with introdby Richard Garnett and illusby Byam Shaw . nd saw God also! XVIII What were seen ? None knows, none ever shall know. Only this is sure—the sight were other. Not the moons same side, born late in Florence, Dying now impoverished here in London. God be thanked, the meanest of his creatures Boasts two soul-sides, one to face the world with, One to show a woman when he loves her. XIX This I say of me, but think of you. Love! This to you—yourself my moon of poets ! Ah, but thats the worlds side—theres the wonder Thus they see you, praise you, think they know you. There, in turn I stand with them and praise you. Out of my own self, I dare to phrase it. But the best is when I glide from out them Cross a step or two of dubious twilight. Come out on the other side, the novel Silent silver lights and darks undreamed of, Where I hush and bless myself with silence. XX Oh, their Rafael of the dear Madonnas,Oh, their Dante of the dread Inferno,Wrote one song—and in my brain I sing it,Drew one angel—borne, see, on my bosom! 377 2 B. r\^ r^
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