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Amor Mysticus

© John Hay

Let them say to my Lover
That here I lie!
The thing of His pleasure,
His slave am I.

Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XXXVIII

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

``I do not doubt it. You have a look of truth
Which is beyond suspicion. But the world
Is as full of knaves as fools. You have your youth
And I my wisdom. Then your head is curled

I climbed a forest path and found
A dim cave in the dripping ground,
Where dwelt the spirit of cool sound,
Who wrought with crystal triangles,
And hollowed foam of rippled bells,
A music of mysterious spells.

The Vision Of Sir Launfal

© James Russell Lowell

Sir Launfal awoke, as from a swound:-
"The Grail in my castle here is found!
Hang my idle armor up on the wall,
Let it be the spider's banquet-hall;
He must be fenced with stronger mail
Who would seek and find the Holy Grail."

The Rose

© Pierre de Ronsard

See, Mignonne, hath not the Rose,
That this morning did unclose
Her purple mantle to the light,
Lost, before the day be dead,
The glory of her raiment red,
Her colour, bright as yours is bright?

Kincora

© James Clarence Mangan

AH, where, Kincora! is Brian the Great?

And where is the beauty that once was thine?

To The Dead Cardinal Of Westminster

© Francis Thompson

I will not perturbate
Thy Paradisal state
With praise
Of thy dead days;

The House Of Judgement

© Oscar Wilde

And God said to the Man, 'Thy life hath been evil, and the Beauty I
have shown thou hast sought for, and the Good I have hidden thou
didst pass by. The walls of thy chamber were painted with images,

"In The Cool Of The Evening"

© Alfred Noyes

In the cool of the evening, when the low sweet whispers waken,
When the laborers turn them homeward, and the weary have their will,
When the censers of the roses o'er the forest aisles are shaken,
Is it but the wind that cometh o'er the far green hill?

The Poem Of Imru al Qays

© Imru al Qays Ibn Hujr

I said to the wolf, "You gather as little wealth, as little prosperity as I.
What either of us gains he gives away. So do we remain thin."

Petrarch to Laura

© Mary Darby Robinson

"Ere such a soul regains its peaceful state,
"How often must it love, how often hate,
"How often hope, despair, resent, regret,
"Conceal, disdain, do all things, but forget."