The House of Life. Sonnet 23. Love's Baubles
I stood where Love in brimming armfuls bore Slight wanton flowers and foolish toys of fruit: And round him ladies thronged in warm pursuit, Fingered and lipped and proffered the strange store. And from one hand the petal and the core Savored of sleep; and cluster and curled shoot Seemed from another hand like shame's salute,-- Gifts that I felt my cheek was blushing for. At last Love bade my Lady give the same: And as I looked, the dew was light thereon; And as I took them, at her touch they shone With inmost heaven-hue of the heart of flame. And then Love said: "Lo! when the hand is hers, Follies of love are love's true ministers."
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