The Home Book of Verse 22 – Stevenson · Verses Across
Literature · Romance
The Home Book of Verse 22Part 1 · Chapter 8
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Literature · Romance
The Home Book of Verse 22
Part 1 · Chapter 8
StevensonEnglish
More than most fair, full of the living fire
Kindled above unto the Maker near;
No eyes but joys, in which all powers conspire
That to the world naught else be counted dear;
Through your bright beams doth not the blinded guest
Shoot out his darts to base affections wound;
But angels come to lead frail minds to rest
In chaste desires, on heavenly beauty bound.
You frame my thoughts, and fashion me within;
You stop my tongue, and teach my heart to speak;
You calm the storm that passion did begin,
Strong through your cause, but by your virtue weak.
Dark is the world, where your light shined never;
Well is he born that may behold you ever.
