ROMANCE
You cannot find Romance at home?
Her lonely opal trail you place
In some forgotten land,
Some dim, moon-shivering strand
Where waves unflesh their fangs of wanton foam?
In common things before your face
You find no swing to toss your spirit high
Into an unsoared sky?
Her lonely opal trail you place
In some forgotten land,
Some dim, moon-shivering strand
Where waves unflesh their fangs of wanton foam?
In common things before your face
You find no swing to toss your spirit high
Into an unsoared sky?
Any uncharted moment may open a door
Through which you pass, as in a golden glamor,
To a new world unguessed before:
The living room, with its friendly clamor,
Is an intense and passion-breathing place;
Your wife, the babies, your own face,
Shine with new meanings and new dignities;
Your pen, your work-stool, chisel, saw and hammer
Are live fresh marvels—do others touch such as these?
The brother, bronzed from sea-sun and salt air,
Has lesser passions, fighting the insensible ocean,
Than grip you everywhere;
And each new moment breeds its fresh emotion,
Through which you pass, as in a golden glamor,
To a new world unguessed before:
The living room, with its friendly clamor,
Is an intense and passion-breathing place;
Your wife, the babies, your own face,
Shine with new meanings and new dignities;
Your pen, your work-stool, chisel, saw and hammer
Are live fresh marvels—do others touch such as these?
The brother, bronzed from sea-sun and salt air,
Has lesser passions, fighting the insensible ocean,
Than grip you everywhere;
And each new moment breeds its fresh emotion,
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