Love
A Lover's Fancy
From The Poetical Works (1861)
Sweet Heaven! I do love a maiden,
Radiant, rare, and beauty-laden:
When she's near me, heaven is round me,
Her dear presence doth so bound me!
I could wring my heart of gladness,
Might it free her lot of sadness!
Give the world, and all that's in it,
Just to press her hand a minute!
Yet she weeteth not I love her;
Never dare I tell the sweet
Tale, but to the stars above her,
And the flowers that kiss her feet.
O! to live and linger near her,
And in tearful moments cheer her!
I could be a Bird to lighten
Her dear heart, — her sweet eyes brighten:
Or in fragrance, like a blossom,
Give my life up on her bosom!
For my love's withouten measure,
All its pangs are sweetest pleasure:
Yet she weeteth not I love her;
Never dare I tell the sweet
Tale, but to the stars above her,
And the flowers that kiss her feet.
Codex Note
From the section "Songs for Singing" of The Poetical Works (1861).
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Massey, Gerald. “A Lover's Fancy.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/massey/7/.
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