Did you know that the guy that wrote The Rime of the Ancient Mariner had a daughter who was also a poet? Neither did I. But I’m making a concious effort to include more women poets in the project this year, and I stumbled across this on one Google search or another. It’s a little old fashioned, but I like the sentiment.
ONE face alone, one face alone, These eyes require; But, when that long’d-for sight is shown, What fatal fire Shoots through my veins a keen and liquid flame, That melts each fibre of my wasting frame! One voice alone, one voice alone, I pine to hear; But, when its meek mellifluous tone Usurps mine ear, Those slavish chains about my soul are wound, Which ne’er, till death itself, can be unbound. One gentle hand, one gentle hand, I fain would hold; But, when it seems at my command, My own grows cold; Then low to earth I bend in sickly swoon, Like lilies drooping ’mid the blaze of noon. (Disclaimer: I’m basing my poem choices on those I understand to be in the public domain. If I’ve made a mistake – which is very possible – and you own the copyright to a poem I have posted please e-mail me at firstname.lastname@example.org and I will take the post down immediately.)