Eos: An Epic of the Dawn, and Other Poems

By Nicholas Flood Davin


 

I ASKED SWEET LOVE.


 

I asked sweet love,
    Where we should meet,
        And greet,
Secure from slips?
On earth beneath, in heaven above?
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He answer’d quick with quivering wings,
    That perfumed zephyrs stirr’d around,
All crisp with spray from springs
        Of tears,
    Deep laid in rapture’s heart profound,
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        Long gathered in immemorial years:—
    “We’ll meet, sir, on your lady’s lips.” [Page 105]