Themes Familiar Page 3c

Themes Familiar

3. Verse & Worse ... Page 3

I'm sure my youth was not spent in such a mournful mood as some of these poems suggest,
but they obviously meant much to me at the time.
They are resurrected here with temerity but without apology.

SONG - MY FIRST ROMANCE
Is there a hope that I can hold,
A hope that I can to me fold
You in my arms,
Die by your charms?
Is there a word that I can say,
A word that will in part repay
You for your trust?
Hold you I must.
Is there in this a single tie,
A knot, a bond, a little lie
To bind, to fix,
Buttress the mix?
Is there a part that I can play?
Can I be certain from today?
Give me the chance -
My first romance.

Lovers

LOVE'S HURT
Oh why does loving hurt so much?
And bite so hard with such smooth teeth?
And clutch so tightly at my heart
As though to stifle every beat?
Just one dark look, one heavy word,
Is like the lash of some foul whip,
And lacerates my tender frame,
And brings a quiver to my lip.
In vain I try to stem the ache -
Othello's antique pain.
The handkerchief is suspect still
My anguish will remain.

Clytie
'Clytie' - Bust by G.F.Watts (Sketch: BB)

LOVE SONNET
Over one pendant heart our sighs enmesh,
Gripped by a similar aspirant fuse,
To engage and perpetrate our love,
Resolve our natures, past abuse.
Set apart from stolen trysts;
Enjoyed in our own pristine ways;
Captioned by us alone with worth;
Our love supplies itself with praise.
Enthused with thoughts of sacrifice
Made pleasure, when another's wish
Suggests that all is not suffice,
My hope ferments, divinely sung.
More fully seasoned with each kiss
A good ripe wine tells on the tongue.

Oak Heart Boss

IN LOVE

When did the starlight happier seem than now?
The evening's quiet, when so full of peace?
How does heaven seem so near to me
Now, when I have wished away my heart?
Why has the night so sober been?
Why has my mind been reason's moon?
That this poor sun has felt so long a night
The bark of last year's growth has now unveiled
A green and stripling age of mind;
Eloping with this redder, browner blaze
Of hopeful, living love.

Evening Church
'Coming From Evening Church'
Samuel Palmer 1830 (Tate Gallery)

Rosetti

Enter the Secret Garden of Shadows

For some darker verse, written in a melancholy mood, and reflecting the pessimism of a shadow world, visit my Garden of the Shadows ...

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	SONG - MY FIRST ROMANCE Is there a hope that I can hold, A hope that I can to me fold You in my arms, Die by your charms? Is there a word that I can say, A word that will in part repay You for your trust? Hold you I must. Is there in this a single tie, A knot, a bond, a little lie To bind, to fix, Buttress the mix? Is there a part that I can play? Can I be certain from today? Give me the chance - My first romance.
	LOVE'S HURT Oh why does loving hurt so much? And bite so hard with such smooth teeth? And clutch so tightly at my heart As though to stifle every beat? Just one dark look, one heavy word, Is like the lash of some foul whip, And lacerates my tender frame, And brings a quiver to my lip. In vain I try to stem the ache - Othello's antique pain. The handkerchief is suspect still My anguish will remain.	'Clytie' - Bust by G.F.Watts (Sketch: BB)
	LOVE SONNET Over one pendant heart our sighs enmesh, Gripped by a similar aspirant fuse, To engage and perpetrate our love, Resolve our natures, past abuse. Set apart from stolen trysts; Enjoyed in our own pristine ways; Captioned by us alone with worth; Our love supplies itself with praise. Enthused with thoughts of sacrifice Made pleasure, when another's wish Suggests that all is not suffice, My hope ferments, divinely sung. More fully seasoned with each kiss A good ripe wine tells on the tongue.
	IN LOVE When did the starlight happier seem than now? The evening's quiet, when so full of peace? How does heaven seem so near to me Now, when I have wished away my heart? Why has the night so sober been? Why has my mind been reason's moon? That this poor sun has felt so long a night The bark of last year's growth has now unveiled A green and stripling age of mind; Eloping with this redder, browner blaze Of hopeful, living love.	'Coming From Evening Church' Samuel Palmer 1830 (Tate Gallery)
	Enter the Secret Garden of Shadows	For some darker verse, written in a melancholy mood, and reflecting the pessimism of a shadow world, visit my Garden of the Shadows ...