From Other Love Poems

My future cannot copy what once I loved

To the white throne of God, I ever approach

With a heart with the whitest pages left

 

For you to freely love and design there!

To angels in thy soul which I wouldst serve

The lost saints take root in thee

 

Former grief transformed to God’s own will!

I seek no copy now of life’s first half

You who are an ideal Grace, to the level

 

Of my everyday, mundane striving of candle-light

To the wintry core of morning dew impearled

On the snow of my sparest lanes of youth

 

I love thee now with the love I seemed to lose

Once when I was less loved by my inner Right

Instructed is my heart’s ground with eglantine.

Reviews

[eglantine]

This poem forces the reader to slow down to appreciate it--which is a nice change of pace from the 21st century speed of NOW-NOW-NOW!

This is a beautiful poem. I'm not sure why certain words are capitalized, like "Right" in the last stanza. They really don't need to be.

Eglantine is a beautiful flower and I read somewhere it means 'poetry', hence my name on here and otherwheres.

[Prolific In Verse]

yes well, the majority of modern poetry bores me to tears. But yes eglantine is cute.