Poems (Taylor)/Desire
CHANT D'AMOUR
DESIRE
Why do I call thee? Hear the Darkness calling All the wild gold plumage of the sky,—Flickering and flaming, softly, softly falling To the Western dove-cote, dusk and shy.With a voice of viols, hear the Darkness calling! So my soul is yearning, tyrannous and tender; Hear the Darkness calling, O thou poignant splendour!— It is I.
Why do I love thee'—Hearken Death desiring All the yellow roses, loth to die,All the lovely lovers and their loves untiring, All the days of lapis-lazuli, All the chiming rondels.—Hearken Death desiring So in silver samite like a bride to fold thee, So to hush thee, hide thee, so to have and hold thee.— It is I.