Emblems of Love

We are thine, O Love, being in thee and made of thee, As thóu, Lóve, were the déep thóught And we the speech of the thought; yea, spoken are we, Thy fires of thought out-spoken:

_Gast_. This puts a tall heart in me, and a tune Of great glad blood flowing brave in my flesh, To see thee, after all these moons, returned, My Brys. If there's no rust in thy...

_Mary_. There's many a lass Will blench to hear the date of it--Forty-five,-- Poor souls! Why will the men be fighting so, Running away to find out death, as if It were some tav...

This pitiable city!--But, O God, Strengthen me that I bend not into scorn Of all this desperate folk; for I am weak With pitying their lamentable souls. Ah, when I hear the grie...