A Notion of Beauty
I hold it fast within my heart— The pressure of my living blood; From Nature came a gentle whisper, And I drank it deep, Down to the farthest chambers of my breath, Through all the silent organs of my frame. A music dwelt within that love, And bound me with a steadfast clasp; Loosen it but for a moment, And slowly I should waste away. It is the way to a most loving heaven, Where peace and concord rest unmoved; It wakes the sense of beauty in the form, And gives no leave to Sun or Star To take their holiday. In the shadow of my own desire I dwell, my mind enclosed; Yet sky of blue forgets no hour, Nor does the green of leaf and light, That ancient alchemy of growth. I call to mind the need for pity, And for love—the body’s dearest want. Thou little whisper from the fields, Thou too hast kept thy post today; And I, in my unbroken leisure, Cherish thee, Welcome thee to live forever here. Now on the hospital bed I lie, Night’s balm and gentle draugh...