MONNA INNOMINATA (XIV) YOUTH gone, and beauty gone if ever there You Dwelt beauty in so poor a face as this; Youth gone and beauty, what remains of bliss? I will not bind fresh roses in my hair, To shame a cheek at best but little fair,— A silent heart whose silence loves and longs; LOVE ENTHRONED I MARKED all kindred Powers the heart finds fair: Truth, with awed lips; and Hope, with eyes upcast; Love's throne was not with these; but far above And Youth be dear, and Life be sweet to Love. HER GIFTS IGH grace, the dower of queens; and therewithal A glance like water brimming with the sky Deep golden locks, her sovereign coronal; A round reared neck, meet column of Love's shrine And soft-stirred feet still answering to his sign:— THE DARK GLASS OT I myself know all my love for thee: N How should I reach so far, who cannot weigh To-morrow's dower by gage of yesterday? Shall birth and death, and all dark names that be As doors and windows bared to some loud sea, Lash deaf mine ears and blind my face with spray; And shall my sense pierce love,-the last relay And ultimate outpost of eternity? Lo! what am I to Love, the lord of all? One murmuring shell he gathers from the sand,- Yet through thine eyes he grants me clearest call LIFE-IN-LOVE OT in thy body is thy life at all, N But in this lady's lips and hands and eyes; Through these she yields thee life that vivifies The waste remembrance and forlorn surmise Even so much life hath the poor tress of hair |