A Poet to His Beloved
I bring you with reverent hands
The books of my numberless dreams,
White woman that passion has worn
As the tide wears the dove-gray sands,
And with heart more old than the horn
That is brimmed from the pale fire of time:
White woman with numberless dreams,
I bring you my passionate rhyme.
All the breath and the bloom of the year
in the bag of one bee
All the wonder and wealth of the mine
in the heart of one gem
In the core of one pearl all the shade
and the shine of the sea
Breath and bloom, shade and shine, wonder, wealth,
and how far above them
Truth that’s brighter than gem
Trust that’s purer than pearl,
Brightest truth, purest trust in the universe
all were for me
In the kiss of one girl.
Summum Bonum, Robert Browning
"Forget what you’ve heard,
True love gives chase.
No greater love is made for the fall,
Than laid down life in betrayer’s place.
Love for our race costs, and price paid,