My Lattice and Other Poems

by Frederick George Scott


 

LOVE SLIGHTED


 

LOVE built a chamber in my heart,
    A daintier ne’er was seen,
’Twas filled with books and gems of art,
And all that makes a lover’s part
    True homage to his Queen.
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The ceiling was of silver bright
    That showed the floor below;
The walls were hung with silk so white
That e’en the mirror was to sight
    A slope of driven snow.
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Then Love threw open wide the door,
    And sang, as in a dream,
A song as sweet as a bird can pour
Above the sunlight-marbled floor
    Of some clear forest stream.
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He sang of youth that ne’er grows old,
    Of flowers that ne’er decay,
Of wine whose sweetness is not told,
Of honour bright, and courage bold,
    And faith more fair than they.
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And many a maiden passed me by,
    Though some would hear and start,
But thought the singing was so high,
It came from somewhere in the sky,
    And not from my poor heart.
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So years have come and years have flown
    Adown the sunset hill,
But Love still sits and sings alone,
And, though his voice has sweeter grown,
    My heart is empty still.
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