An Anthology of Australian Verse/Love

​Charles
Harpur

LOVE

She loves me! From her own bliss-breathing lips  The live confession came, like rich perfume  From crimson petals bursting into bloom!And still my heart at the remembrance skipsLike a young lion, and my tongue, too, trips  As drunk with joy! while every object seen  In life’s diurnal round wears in its mienA clear assurance that no doubts eclipse.And if the oammon things of nature now  Are like old faces flushed with new delight,Much more the consciousness of that rich vow  Deepens the beauteous, and refines the bright,  While throned I seem on love’s divinest height’Mid all the glories glowing round its brow.

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