Coventry Patmore - The Victories Of Love. Book IICoventry Patmore - The Victories Of Love. Book II
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Alas, the only one of all
That shall not lie where it doth fall?
Shall this unflagging flame, here nurs`d
By everything, yea, when reversed,
Blazing, in fury, brighter, wink,
Flicker, and into darkness shrink,
When all else glows, baleful or brave,
In the keen air beyond the grave?
Beware; for fiends in triumph laugh
O`er him who learns the truth by half!
Beware; for God will not endure
For men to make their hope more pure
Than His good promise, or require
Another than the five-string`d lyre
Which He has vow`d again to the hands
Devout of him who understands
To tune it justly here! Beware
The Powers of Darkness and the Air,
Which lure to empty heights man`s hope,
Bepraising heaven`s ethereal cope,
But covering with their cloudy cant
Its ground of solid adamant,
That strengthens ether for the flight
Of angels, makes and measures height,
And in materiality
Exceeds our Earth`s in such degree
As all else Earth exceeds! Do I
Here utter aught too dark or high?
Have you not seen a bird`s beak slay
Proud Psyche, on a summer`s day?
Down fluttering drop the frail wings four,
Missing the weight which made them soar.
Spirit is heavy nature`s wing,
And is not rightly anything
Without its burthen, whereas this,
Wingless, at least a maggot is,
And, wing`d, is honour and delight
Increasing endlessly with height.
XI
If unto any here that chance
Fell not, which makes a month`s romance,
Remember, few wed whom they would.
And this, like all God`s laws, is good;
For nought`s so sad, the whole world o`er,
As much love which has once been more.
Glorious for light is the earliest love;
But worldly things, in the rays thereof,
Extend their shadows, every one
False as the image which the sun
At noon or eve dwarfs or protracts.
A perilous lamp to light men`s acts!
By Heaven`s kind, impartial plan,
Well-wived is he that`s truly man
If but the woman`s womanly,
As such a man`s is sure to be.
Joy of all eyes and pride of life
Perhaps she is not; the likelier wife!
If it be thus; if you have known,
(As who has not?) some heavenly one,
Whom the dull background of despair
Help`d to show forth supremely fair;
If memory, still remorseful, shapes
Young Passion bringing Eshcol grapes
To travellers in the Wilderness,
This truth will make regret the less:
Mighty in love as graces are,
God`s ordinance is mightier far;
And he who is but just and kind
And patient, shall for guerdon find,
Before long, that the body`s bond
Is all else utterly beyond
In power of love to actualise
The soul`s bond which it signifies,
And even to deck a wife with grace
External in the form and face.
A five years` wife, and not yet fair?
Blame let the man, not Nature, bear!
For, as the sun, warming a bank
Where last year`s grass droops gray and dank,
Evokes the violet, bids disclose
In yellow crowds the fresh primrose,
And foxglove hang her flushing head,
So vernal love, where all seems dead,
Makes beauty abound.
Then was that nought,
That trance of joy beyond all thought,
The vision, in one, of womanhood?
Nay, for all women holding good,
Should marriage such a prologue want,
`Twere sordid and most ignorant
Profanity; but, having this,
`Tis honour now, and future bliss;
For where is he that, knowing the height
And depth of ascertain`d delight,
Inhumanly henceforward lies
Content with mediocrities!
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