A Sheaf of Verses: Poems. Radclyffe Hall

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      "Rise up! and help us again to live,

      Rise up! uncover thy fruitful breast,

      We faint in winter's unrestful rest,

      We burn with longings to love and give."

      And as I spoke came a voice more strong

      Than all creation's, o'er land and sea

      It called our Mother to ecstasy,

      And lo! she stirred, who had slept so long.

      She stirred, she opened her drowsy eyes,

      And bending down from the dome above,

      Beheld the form of embodied Love,

      As Spring stepped Earthward from Paradise.

A SUMMER THOUGHT

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      I often think that all those vast desires

      For purer joys, that thrill the human heart,

      Vague yearnings such as solitude inspires,

      That nameless something silence can impart,

      Could after all be quenched by simple things,

      Whose spirits dwell within the wide-eyed flowers,

      Or haunt deep glades, where scent of primrose clings

      About the garments of the passing hours.

MOTH TO THE FLAME

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      Moth to the flame!

      Fool that you be,

      Life's but a game,

      Love is the same,

      Better go free!

      Moth to the fire!

      Madness your fate;

      Burnt of desire,

      If you expire,

      Joy comes too late.

      Moth to the kiss

      Bringing you death!

      "Gladly for this

      Agonized bliss,

      With my last breath

      Will I adore

      As ne'er before!"

      Foolish Moth saith.

A TWILIGHT FANCY

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      Dear, give me the tips of your fingers

      To hold in this scented gloom,

      'Mid the sighs of the dying roses,

      That steal through the breeze-swept room;

      I would have you but lightly touch me,

      A phantom might stir the dress,

      In its passing, of some lost lover

      With just such a faint caress;

      Or a butterfly wan with summer

      Brush thus with his down-flecked wings

      The bells of the altar lilies

      He touches, and lightly rings.

      So give me the tips of your fingers,

      Not your hand, lest I break the spell

      Of the moment with too much passion,

      And lose what I love so well.

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