Poems of Philip Henry Savage / Philip Henry Savage [electronic text]

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Author

Savage, Philip Henry, 1868-1899

Publication

Boston: Small, Maynard, and Company

1900

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"Poems of Philip Henry Savage / Philip Henry Savage [electronic text]." In the digital collection American Verse Project. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/BAD0829.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 24, 2024.

Pages

XLIII

[Fragment of a Sonnet, found in a note-book.]

 IN company … with vital hands. You shape the stuff which is our life, and measure With equal pulse our golden warp of pleasure, Our scarlet woof of pain, in scarlet strands. As if, o'erwearied in a hundred lands, Young Aphrodite's self, undone with leisure, Should wield the distaff and the silken treasure Which Clotho only … understands. Then, Aphrodite, sister-star and wife, Incomprehensible, enact the god. Favor at least one mortal with your nod. He only has enough who has to spare. Bless me with the sweet torment of your life, Your love, and the dear wonder of your hair.