Nay but you, who do not love her, Is she not pure gold, my mistress? Holds earth aught -- speak truth -- above her? Aught like this tress, see, and this tress, And this last fairest tress of all, So fair, see, ere I let it fall? Because, you spend your lives in praising; To praise, you search the wide world over: Then why not witness, calmly gazing, If earth holds aught -- speak truth -- above her? Above this tress, and this, I touch But cannot praise, I love so much!
Two Ecstasies
Song Cycle by Harold Vincent Jervis-Read (1883 - 1945)
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Text Authorship:
- by Robert Browning (1812 - 1889), "Song", appears in Bells and Pomegranates, No. VII, first published 1845
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