On Helen’s heart the day were night!
But I may not adventure there:
Here breast is guarded by a right,
And she is true as fair.
And though in happy days her eyes
The glow within mine own could please,
She’s purer than the babe who cries
For empire on her knees.
Her love is for her lord and child,
And unto them belongs her snow;
But none can rob me of her wild
Young kiss of long ago!
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Charming sentiments. I like the idea of the poet holding on to the memory of that one kiss, cherishing it in his heart for ever even though his love now belongs to another. The kind of thought that makes the reader sigh with pleaure and a twinge of regret.
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In this line: 'She ’s purer than the babe who cries' a grammatical error no spaces between 'She' and ''s' as one 'She's'
Another quaint and simple piece that I have read today. It is sweet and yet it is playful in a sense of adolescence.
A lovely piece.
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