The Circle of Affection and Other Pieces in Prose and Verse

by Duncan Campbell Scott


 

A LOVE SONG


 

IT IS NOT I alone
    But all the flowers that love thee;
They hoard their hue and honey up,
    And strive to prove thee
        The fairest of their train;
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            They try
        To vie with thy lip’s ruby stain,
            But fade and die.

It is not I alone
    But all the stars that love thee;

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They gather in the early dark,
    And bend above thee
        With all their twinkling light;
            They try
        To mock the glances in the night,
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            But pale and die.

It is not I alone
    But all the seas that love thee;
They heap their ambergris and gold
    And strive to move thee;

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        Or, rocking with their tides at rest,
            They try
        To counterfeit they heaving breast,
            And ebb and die.

It is not I alone

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    But all the world that loves thee;
It is because thou art so fair;
    And as behoves thee,
        Thou and the world are one in heart,
            And try
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        Each to be other beauty’s counterpart
            Nor fade, nor die.