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Dante Gabriel Rossetti - Youth And Lordship
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MY young lord`s the lover
Of earth and sky above,
Of youth`s sway and youth`s play,
Of songs and flowers and love.
Yet for love`s desire
Green youth lacks the daring;
Though one dream of fire,
All his hours ensnaring,
Burns the boy past bearing—
The dream that girls inspire.
My young lord`s the lover
Of every burning thought
That Love`s will, that Love`s skill
Within his breast has wrought.
Lovely girl, look on him
Soft as music`s measure;
Yield him, when you`ve won him,
Joys and toys at pleasure;
But to win your treasure,
Softly look upon him.
My young lord`s the lover
Of every tender grace
That woman, to woo man,
Can wear in form or face.
Take him to your bosom
Now, girl, or never;
Let not your new blossom
Of sweet kisses sever;
Only guard for ever
Your boast within your bosom.
My young lord`s the lover
Of every secret thing,
Love-hidden, love-bidden
This day to banqueting.
Lovely girl, with vaunting
Never tempt to-morrow:
From all shapes enchanting
Any joy can borrow,
Still the spectre Sorrow
Rises up for haunting.
And now my lord`s the lover
Of ah! so many a sweet,—
Of roses, of spouses,
As many as love may greet.
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