Poems (Taylor)/The Supreme Wish

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THE SUPREME WISH
I.
God give you joy, I said,—and joy you had.  But how the the dancing tiredYour subtile feet!—and from the pageant glad  Your eyes most uninspiredWearily turned toward the wistful West:—  So now, God give you rest.
II.
God give you love, I said,—and love's delight  Deep-dyed your purple eyes:—But now, vague Soul, that wanderest careless quite  Of where the censers rise, ​With listless lips and hands, and flaming breast,—  I pray, God give you rest.
III.
God give you rest, my queen. No earthly flowers  Upon that golden hairCan lightly lie, no low love-song of ours  But tires you to despair.God crown you softly with His lilies blest,  O Sweet, God give you rest!
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