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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• Is There A Power That Can Sustain And Cheer by William Wordsworth by William Wordsworth
• Invocation To The Earth, February 1816 by William Wordsworth by William Wordsworth
• Inside of King’s College Chapel, Cambridge by William Wordsworth by William Wordsworth
• Inscriptions Written with a Slate Pencil upon a Stone by William Wordsworth by William Wordsworth
• Inscriptions In The Ground Of Coleorton, The Seat Of Sir George Beaumont, Bart., Leicestershire by William Wordsworth by William Wordsworth
• Inscriptions For A Seat In The Groves Of Coleorton by William Wordsworth by William Wordsworth
• Influence of Natural Objects by William Wordsworth by William Wordsworth
• Indignation Of A High-Minded Spaniard by William Wordsworth by William Wordsworth
• Incident Characteristic Of A Favorite Dog by William Wordsworth by William Wordsworth
• In The Pass Of Killicranky by William Wordsworth by William Wordsworth
• In Due Observance Of An Ancient Rite by William Wordsworth by William Wordsworth
• I Travelled among Unknown Men by William Wordsworth by William Wordsworth
• I Know an Aged Man Constrained to Dwell by William Wordsworth by William Wordsworth
• I Grieved For Buonaparte by William Wordsworth by William Wordsworth
• How Sweet It Is, When Mother Fancy Rocks by William Wordsworth by William Wordsworth
• Hoffer by William Wordsworth by William Wordsworth
• Hint From The Mountains For Certain Political Pretenders by William Wordsworth by William Wordsworth
• Here Pause: The Poet Claims At Least This Praise by William Wordsworth by William Wordsworth
• Her Eyes Are Wild by William Wordsworth by William Wordsworth
• Hart-Leap Well by William Wordsworth by William Wordsworth

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