Poems (Linn)/Love's Images
LOVE'S IMAGES.
WITHIN your hands, my life is like soft clayMoulded at will,—or better, like the snowOf marble, that in Athens long agoWas beaten to such glorious form, to-dayBespeaking honor for those eastern climes.Your life beats on the marble of my heart:Oh, strike with care! let every blow have artOf love and reverence. As in those old timesBeyond the seas, were wrought with wondrous skillLoves, demons, angels, saints; so may your handDear sculptor Love, make what you will; may fillA heart's white temple, beautiful and grandWith base or holy figures. In each naveMay put a god, a demon, saint or slave.