johndiii's Journal: [Beloved] Starlight

More dear, beloved, than the blaze of stars in the night...

        "Look up," she said; and all the heavens blazed
        With countless myriads of quiet stars,
        Whereon a moment silently he gazed,
        And drank that peace no trouble ever mars.
        Then looking down into her face upturned,
        Two other stars that did outshine the rest
        Upward to him with such soft splendor yearned
        That all her secret was at once confessed.
        Then he with kisses did put out their light
        And said, "O strange, but more, dear love, to me
        Are thy pure eyes than all the stars of night
        That shine in heaven everlastingly!
        Night still is night, with every star aglow;
        But light were night didst thou not love me so."

                        -- John White Chadwick

...is the light of thy soul. Such beauty as doth make earth like to heaven, in thine eyes.

*sigh*

[helicobacter]

I really like this one, even if it rhymes.

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[johndiii]

See? "Rhymes" does not always mean "trite". :-)

I found a new poetry site, and I'm working through their alphabetical list. They have more poets than most of the sites I've found to date, but fewer poems per poet. That seems to mean higher quality poems, in general.