The Broken Wing/The Lute-Song

​4. The Lute-Song

Why need you a burnished mirror of gold,O bright and imperious face?Mine eyes be the shadowless wells of desireFor the sun of your glory and grace!
Why need you the praises of ivory lutes,O proud and illustrious name?My voice be the journeying lute of delightFor the song of your valour and fame!
Why need you pavilions and pillows of silk,Soft foot-cloths of azure, O Sweet?My heart be your tent and your pillow of rest,And a place of repose for your feet!
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Why need you sad penance or pardon or prayerFor life's passion and folly and fears?My soul be your living atonement, O Love,In the flame of immutable years!
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