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On Huntingdon’s “Miranda”

On Huntingdon’s “Miranda”

The storm hath blown thee a lover, sweet,
And laid him kneeling at thy feet.
But, guerdon rich for favor rare!
The wind hath all thy holy hair
To kiss and to sing through and to flare
Like torch-flames in the passionate air,
About thee, O Miranda.

Eyes in a blaze, eyes in a daze,
Bold with love, cold with amaze,
Chaste-thrilling eyes, fast-filling eyes
With daintiest tears of love’s surprise,
Ye draw my soul unto your blue
As warm skies draw the exhaling dew,
Divine eyes of Miranda.

And if I were yon stolid stone,
Thy tender arm doth lean upon,
Thy touch would turn me to a heart,
And I would palpitate and start,
Content, when thou wert gone, to be
A dumb rock by the lonesome sea
Forever, O Miranda.



Poem On Huntingdon’s “Miranda” - Sidney Lanier