Within your magic web of hair, lies furled
 
The fire and splendour of the ancient world;
 
The dire gold of the comet’s wind-blown hair;
 
The songs that turned to gold the evening air
 
When all the stars of heaven sang for joy.
        
The flames that burnt the cloud-high city Troy.
 
The mænad fire of spring on the cold earth;
 
The myrrh-lit flame that gave both death and birth
 
To the soul Phoenix; and the star-bright shower
 
That came to Danaë in her brazen tower…
 
Within your magic web of hair lies furled
 
The fire and splendour of the ancient world.

Oh, when I was in love with you
  Then I was clean and brave,
And miles around the wonder grew
  How well did I behave.
 
And now the fancy passes by,
  And nothing will remain,
And miles around they'll say that I
  Am quite myself again.

seancecafe:

“The white radiance of eternity.” Percy Bysshe Shelley

Love laid his sleepless head 

On a thorny rosy bed;

And his eyes with tears were red, 

And pale his lips as the dead.

And fear and sorrow and scorn

Kept watch by his head forlorn,

Till the night was overworn

And the world was merry with morn.

And Joy came up with the day

And kissed Love’s lips as he lay,

And the watchers ghostly and grey

Sped from his pillow away.

And his eyes as the dawn grew bright,

And his lips waxed ruddy as light:

Sorrow may reign for a night,

But day shall bring back delight.

From For the Fallen by Laurence Binyon

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Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips. 
- Percy Bysshe Shelley -

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