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Poem by Richard Watson Gilder The New Day. Part 3. 7. Body and Soul I O, thou my Love, love first my lonely soul! Then shall this too unworthy body of mine Be loved by right and accident divine. Forget the flesh, that the pure spirit's goal May be the spirit; let that stand the whole Of what thou lov'st in me. So will the shine Of soul that strikes on soul make fair and fine This earthy tenement; thou shalt extol The inner, that the outer lovelier seem. Thy lover, who thy love implores, doth fear No deadlier foe than the impassioned dream Should drive thee to him, and should hold thee near— Near to the body, not the soul of him: Love first my soul and then both will be dear. II But, Love, for me thy body was the first. One day I wandered idly through the town, Then entered a cathedral's silence brown Which sudden thrilled with a strange heavenly burst Of light and music. Lo! that traveler durst Do nothing now but worship and fall down. He thought to rest, as doth some tired clown Who sinks in longed-for sleep, but there immersed Finds restless vision on vision of beauty rare. Moved by thy body's outer majesty I entered in thy silent, sacred shrine; 'T was then, all suddenly and unaware, Thou didst reveal, O, maiden Love! to me, This beautiful, singing, holy soul of thine. Richard Watson Gilder Richard Watson Gilder's other poems:
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