The Poetry Corner

In A Copy Of Mr. Swinburne's Tristram Of Lyonesse

By Richard Le Gallienne

Dear Heart, what thing may symbolise for us A love like ours, what gift, whate'er it be, Hold more significance 'twixt thee and me Than paltry words a truth miraculous; Or the poor signs that in astronomy Tell giant splendours in their gleaming might: Yet love would still give such, as in delight To mock their impotence - so this for thee. This song for thee! our sweetest honeycomb Of lovesome thought and passion-hearted rhyme, Builded of gold and kisses and desire, By that wild poet who so many a time Our hungering lips have blessed, until a fire Burnt speech up and the wordless hour had come.