The Love Of Loves

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Title:     The Love Of Loves
Author: Madison Julius Cawein [More Titles by Cawein]

I have not seen her face, and yet
She is more sweet than any thing
Of Earth--than rose or violet
That Mayday winds and sunbeams bring.
Of all we know, past or to come,
That beauty holds within its net,
She is the high compendium:
And yet--

I have not touched her robe, and still
She is more dear than lyric words
And music; or than strains that fill
The throbbing throats of forest birds.
Of all we mean by poetry,
That rules the soul and charms the will,
She is the deep epitome:
And still--

She is my world; ah, pity me!
A dream that flies whom I pursue;
Whom all pursue, whoe'er they be,
Who toil for art and dare and do.
The shadow-love for whom they sigh,
The far ideal affinity,
For whom they live and gladly die--
Ah, me!

[The end]
Madison Julius Cawein's poem: Love Of Loves

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