Orion, and Other Poems

by Charles G.D. Roberts

 

AMORIS VINCULA

 
SUBTLER than all sorceries
This tender breath upon mine eyes;
Surer than steel, though soft as air,
These fetters of caressing hair;
Yet they gall not me, nor smart,                                                        
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Heart-fast to a girlish heart.

Wakes upon the quiet night
Clamor of strife of might and right,
And bears unto a girlish ear
Vague messages of pain and fear,                                                   
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And girlish arms more close enlace
To shield me in their weak embrace.

Ah, I too had girded me
And stood among the strong and free,—
Had struck, and shrunk not, for the right,                                        
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Amid the red death of the fight,—
Had fought and won, or fallen with them
That wear the hero’s diadem.

I even now were smiting strong
In the front ranks, to smite the wrong,                                             
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But a girlish voice saith nay,—
Bids me stay, and I must stay:
Let Freedom rise, or faint, or fall,
Here is my faith, my fame, my all.