Love's Queen

HE loves not well whose love is bold:
I would not have thee come too nigh:
The sun’s gold would not seem pure gold
Unless the sun were in the sky.
To take him thence, and chain him near,
Would make his beauty disappear.

He keeps his state ; do thou keep thine, —
And shine upon me from afar;
So shall I bask in light divine
That falls from love’s own guiding-star.
So shall thy eminence be high,
And so my passion shall not die.

But all my life shall reach its hands
Of lofty longing toward thy face,
And be as one who speechless stands
In rapture at some perfect grace.
My love, my hope, my all, shall be
To look to heaven and look to thee.

Thine eyes shall be the heavenly lights,
Thy voice shall be the summer breeze,
What time it sways, on moonlit nights,
The murmuring tops of leafy trees.
And I will touch thy beauteous form
In June’s red roses, rich and warm.

But thou thyself shall come not down
From that pure region far above ;
But keep thy throne and wear thy crown,—
Queen of my heart and queen of love !
A monarch in thy realm complete,
And I a monarch — at thy feet.