LOVE'S LOVERS
Some ladies love the jewels in Love's zone,
And gold-tipped darts he hath for painless
Some ladies love the jewels in Love's zone,
And gold-tipped darts he hath for painless
play
In idle scornful hours he flings away ;
And some that listen to his lute's soft tone
Do love to vaunt the silver praise their own;
Some praise his blindfold sight; and there
be they
Who kissed his wings which brought him
yesterday
And thank his wings to-day that he is flown.
My lady only loves the heart of Love:
Therefore Love's heart, my lady, hath for
thee
His bower of unimagined flower and tree:
There kneels he now, and all are hungered of
Thine eyes gray-lit in shadowing hair above,
Seals with thy mouth his immortality.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti.
In idle scornful hours he flings away ;
And some that listen to his lute's soft tone
Do love to vaunt the silver praise their own;
Some praise his blindfold sight; and there
be they
Who kissed his wings which brought him
yesterday
And thank his wings to-day that he is flown.
My lady only loves the heart of Love:
Therefore Love's heart, my lady, hath for
thee
His bower of unimagined flower and tree:
There kneels he now, and all are hungered of
Thine eyes gray-lit in shadowing hair above,
Seals with thy mouth his immortality.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti.
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