'Du hast Diamanten' <br /> <br />Thou hadst all Passion's splendor, <br />Thou hadst abounding store <br />Of heaven's eternal jewels, <br />Beloved; what wouldst thou more? <br /> <br />Thine was the frolic freedom <br />Of creatures coy and wild, <br />The melancholy of wisdom, <br />The innocence of a child, <br /> <br />The maiPd will of the warrior, <br />That buckled in thy breast <br />Humility as of Francis, <br />The Self-surrender of Christ; <br /> <br />And of God's cup thou drankest <br />The unmingled wine of Love, <br />Which makes poor mortals giddy <br />When they but sip thereof. <br /> <br />What was't to thee thy pathway <br />So rugged mean and hard, <br />Whereon when Death surprised thee <br />Thou gavest him no regard? <br /> <br />What was't to thee, enamour'd <br />As a red rose of the sun, <br />If of thy myriad lovers <br />Thou never sawest one? <br /> <br />Nor if of all thy lovers <br />That are and were to be <br />None ever had their vision, <br />O my belov'd, of thee, <br /> <br />Until thy silent glory <br />Went forth from earth alone, <br />Where like a star thou gleamest <br />From thine immortal throne.<br /><br />Robert Seymour Bridges<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/emily-bronte/
