Poet of love, I sing here my whole soul to you. <br />Ah, might I all deeds dare, love would I prove to you. <br /> <br />Make I at least your praise, chaplet of sunny verse, <br />Each dear delight of your told to the universe. <br /> <br />Let me your sweetnesses, O child, enumerate. <br />All the proud wealth of you Love shall remunerate. <br /> <br />``Glory to God,'' I sigh each time I gaze at you. <br />Eyes that have wept all night thrill in amaze at you. <br /> <br />Night in your dark hair sleeps, caught in the net of it, <br />Emblem how dear of dreams pure as the jet of it. <br /> <br />Valiant joy crowns your brow, stainless its ivory. <br />Incense your sweet lips breathe, rose--red their livery. <br /> <br />Earth has no part in you. Yet do your eyes to--night <br />Vanquish all Earth for me, wise in their wise delight. <br /> <br />Evening and morning still watch your feet shod with dew, <br />Answering praise and prayer, fearless, your God with you. <br /> <br />Dare to delight our souls steeped in love's tenderness. <br />Earn us a wage of joy saved from the wilderness. <br /> <br />Lo, how my heart leaps up new life inheriting. <br />Armed for the fight am I, all your praise meriting. <br /> <br />Idly if I have lived, now am I glorious, <br />Daring all deeds for you, yours and victorious. <br /> <br />Empires shall bend and break; kingdoms shall crumble down. <br />Wise men shall bow the knee; wise ones look humble down. <br /> <br />You are the cause of it. Only your name it is <br />Nerves me to fight the fight stern with life's vanities. <br /> <br />Die! Ay, to die for you, foremost in rivalry, <br />Heroes to dig my grave: that were true chivalry. <br /> <br />All lovers there should sing, all who had wit any, <br />Mourn me and weep with you. Here ends my litany.<br /><br />Wilfrid Scawen Blunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/couplets-in-praise/
