Alfred H. Miles, ed. Women Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907.
By Love in Exile (Songs). VI. LEnvoiMathilde Blind (18411896)
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As dove on dove,
Bound for one home, I send thee all my songs
With all my love.
Safe locked in thee,
My heart would anchor after stormful nights
Alone at sea.
The perfect peace;
Absorbed in thee the world, with all its pain
And toil, would cease.
O dearest eyes,
Lost in your light you would turn hell below
To Paradise.
Yea, near or far—
Where the unfathomed ether throbs and burns
With star on star,
The fresh earth glows,
Blushing beneath the mystical white moon
Through rose on rose—
Beloved one;
In the first bird which tremulously sings
Ere peep of sun;
Rocked to and fro,
When dying summer shudders in the sedge,
And swallows go;
March floods with rills,
Or April lightens through the living grass
In daffodils;
With tare and thistle,
And, like winged clouds above the mellow wheat,
The starlings whistle;
In the wild weather,
And clouds with flaring craters smoke and flare
Red o’er red heather;
Leans to the snow
Like some world-mother whose deep heart is breaking
O’er human woe.
Till all the sea
Glows fluid gold, even so life’s mazy motion
Is dyed with thee:
O heart’s desire,
Thy soul glows interfused within my soul,
A quenchless fire.
Near though afar;
O thou my glorious morning star of love
And evening star.