Linnaeus in Lapland
Nothing worth noting
except an Andromeda
with quadrangular shoots— . . .
Nothing worth noting
except an Andromeda
with quadrangular shoots— . . .
My whole life I was swimming listening
beside the daylight world like a dolphin beside a boat
. . .
I buried my father
in the sky.
Since then, the birds . . .
I wander thro' each charter'd street,
Near where the charter'd Thames does flow.
And mark in every face I meet . . .
Love in Fantastic Triumph sat,
Whilst Bleeding Hearts around him flowed,
For whom Fresh pains he did Create,
. . .
Love bade me welcome. Yet my soul drew backLove bade me welcome. Yet my soul drew back compare Song of Solomon 5:6. "I opened to my beloved, but my beloved had with drawen himself" (Authorized Version, 1611). "Bade" is past tense of "bid," and in Herbert's time was pronounced like "bad."
. . .
Love lives beyond
The tomb, the earth, which fades like dew—
I love the fond, . . .
Once I wasn’t always so plain.
I was strewn feathers on a cross
of dune, an expanse of ocean
. . .
The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of heaven mix for ever . . .
My own dear love, he is strong and bold
And he cares not what comes after.
His words ring sweet as a chime of gold, . . .