Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TRANSCENDENT LOVE, by CHARLES V. H. ROBERTS First Line: In all the world, the greatest thing is love Last Line: By the sound in trumpet calltranscendent love. Subject(s): Happiness; Love - Nature Of; Joy; Delight | ||||||||
In all the world, the greatest thing is Love, Through shadowed sorrow to eternity A touch of more that is, and e'er shall be, At whose Beyond we may not know, but feel Her vestal guardians of Happiness, Jeweled arms and cymbals held aloft As pagan spirits on a fairy craft, Sail crests of seas, where passions ebb and flow, In rhythmic tumult of unconscious grace. Truth drops her veil before the wand of Love, As the flower from silken petal breaketh forth In dawning glow and veins of liquid fire, Magic, amethystine, rich and deep, In forest aisles and dancing disks of sunlight: Then whirlwinds gulf into a quietude, Upon sweet undercurrents, mystic, thin, That bid all Nature from her sleep awake, To sing the songs which only Love can sing. By disappointed faith and fortune's wrong, I drop anon into the ebon Past, O'er some far silent sea I never knew To roofs in Nineveh and Babylon. Above the stars droop jewel-wise, as velvet Water lilies breathe their argent raptures In the night. A-near the sands of a desert Whirl into the entrance of my tent Delirious mirage of pagan Love. I feel her black curls touch mescented zephyrs O'er my soul, reversing fate on fragrant Wings. Chaldeans girdled in vermilion Eternal spirit of the womanin rippling Laughter overflow and wound each other Unaware. Night to dawn lights lengthen Concubines in robes of multicolor, Eyes all lustrous in consuming gaze, Quaff deeply in this ancient Cup of Bliss. If anything be greater than the gods, 'Tis Love! She dwells in Eden still, where ages Of Eastern Passion made her hue, and taintless Lips to kiss the magic hours of All Timeits hurricanes and spectres so Perplexed adown the darkest centuries, To the Asiatic dawn on Calvary. Awakened now, her angels' wings are seen Warm, sunburnt, beneath the Present skies, In touch of which the purest spirits meet And Heaven itself, with all its joys brought near By the sound in trumpet callTranscendent Love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE STUDY OF HAPPINESS by KENNETH KOCH SO MUCH HAPPINESS by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE CROWD CONDITIONS by JOHN ASHBERY I WILL NOT BE CLAIMED by MARVIN BELL THE BOOK OF THE DEAD MAN (#21): 1. ABOUT THE DEAD MAN'S HAPPINESS by MARVIN BELL A PROPOSAL by CHARLES V. H. ROBERTS |
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