Oh Life I Have Taken You For My Lover

Oh, Life, I have taken you for my Lover,

I rent your veils and I found you fair ;

If a fault or failing my eyes discover,

I will not see it; it is not there !

I know, if I knew, I should hold you dearer,

Should understand, if I understood,

For I worship more, as you draw me nearer,

Your reckless Evil, your perfect Good.

In the Jungle gloom, we have watched and waited,

For stealthy Panthers, that prowl by night,

At the end of some weary march, belated,

We heard strange tales by the camp-fire light.

We have lain on the starlit sands, untented,

While low-hung planets rose white and fair,

And in moonlit gardens, silver and scented,

Oh, Life, my Lover, how sweet you were !

Forbidden and barbarous rites were shown us,

In rock-hewn Temples and jungle caves,

And the smoke-wreathed home of the dead has known us,

The burning-ghat by the Ganges waves

Ah, the long, lone ride through the starlit hours,

The long, lone watch on the starlit sea,

And the flame and flush of the morning flowers

When Life, my Lover, was kind to me !

Betimes we were out on the Sea, together;

The vessel raced down the great green slope

Of mountainous waves, in desperate weather ;

The hearts of men were adrift from hope.

As over the deck, in exultant fashion,

The violent water crashed and fell,

I knew, through the joy of your reckless passion,

Agonised fear of the last farewell.

But I follow you always, unresisting,

To lowest depth ; to uttermost brink,

From a thirst like mine there is no desisting

Though given poison for wine to drink.

You may do your utmost, you will not shake me,

Your faith may falter ; my faith is true.

Oh, Life, you may shatter and rend and break me,

All Pain is Pleasure, that springs from you !

In the height and heat of your wildest passion,

You had your uttermost will of me,

And when have I asked for the least compassion ?

A lover loved is a lover free !

Though, with never a word of farewell spoken

In lonely wilds of some Desert place,

You have flung me from you, adrift and broken,

To wait the child of your last embrace.

And never my faith nor my fervour faltered,

Until you turned to my lips again,

When, my eager longing for you unaltered

Your first kiss cancelled my months of pain.

Ah, Life, you may torture my soul, betray me,

The right is yours, as Lover and Lord.

And when in the climax of all, you slay me,

My lips in dying will seek your sword.

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• Sonnet 71: No longer mourn for me when I am dead by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 70: That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 6: Then let not winter’s ragged hand deface by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 69: Those parts of thee that the world’s eye doth view by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 68: Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 67: Ah, wherefore with infection should he live by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 66: Tired with all these, for restful death I cry by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 65: Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 64: When I have seen by Time’s fell hand defaced by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 63: Against my love shall be, as I am now by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 62: Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 61: Is it thy will thy image should keep open by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 60: Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 5: Those hours, that with gentle work did frame by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 59: If there be nothing new, but that which is by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 58: That god forbid, that made me first your slave by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 57: Being your slave, what should I do but tend by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 56: Sweet love, renew thy force, be it not said by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 55: Not marble, nor the gilded monuments by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 95: How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare

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