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Thomas Humphry Ward, ed. The English Poets. 1880–1918.rnVol. V. Browning to Rupert Brooke

Coventry Patmore (1823–1896)

Extracts from The Unknown Eros: The Azalea

THERE, where the sun shines first

Against our room,

She train’d the gold Azalea, whose perfume

She, Spring-like, from her breathing grace dispersed.

Last night the delicate crests of saffron bloom,

For this their dainty likeness watch’d and nurst,

Were just at point to burst.

At dawn I dream’d, O God, that she was dead,

And groan’d aloud upon my wretched bed,

And waked, ah, God, and did not waken her,

But lay, with eyes still closed,

Perfectly bless’d in the delicious sphere

By which I knew so well that she was near,

My heart to speechless thankfulness composed.

Till ’gan to stir

A dizzy somewhat in my troubled head—

It was the azalea’s breath, and she was dead!

The warm night had the lingering buds disclosed,

And I had fall’n asleep with to my breast

A chance-found letter press’d

In which she said,

“So, till to-morrow eve, my Own, adieu!

Parting ’s well-paid with soon again to meet,

Soon in your arms to feel so small and sweet,

Sweet to myself that am so sweet to you!”