Edward Dowden Poems
|1.||The Secret Of The Universe||1/1/2004|
|4.||Leonardo's 'Monna Lisa'||1/1/2004|
|5.||In The Garden Viii: Later Autumn||1/1/2004|
|6.||In The Garden Vii: Early Autumn||1/1/2004|
|7.||In The Garden Vi: A Peach||1/1/2004|
|8.||In The Garden V: A Summer Moon||1/1/2004|
|9.||In The Garden Iv: The Singer||1/1/2004|
|10.||In The Garden Iii: An Interior||1/1/2004|
|11.||In The Garden Ii: Visions||1/1/2004|
|12.||In The Garden I: The Garden||1/1/2004|
|13.||In The Cathedral Close||1/1/2004|
|14.||In The Cathedral||1/1/2004|
|21.||By The Window||1/1/2004|
|23.||A New Hymn For Solitude||1/1/2004|
My long first year of perfect love,
My deep new dream of joy; She was a little chubby girl,
I was a chubby boy.
I wore a crimson frock, white drawers,
A belt, a crown was on it;
She wore some angel's kind of dress
And such a tiny bonnet,
Old-fashioned, but the soft brown hair Would never keep its place;
A little maid with violet eyes,
And sunshine in her face.
O my child-queen, in those lost days
How sweet was daily living!
How humble and how proud I grew,
How rich by merely giving!
She went to school, the parlour-maid
UNDER the flaming wings of cherubim
I moved toward that high altar. O, the hour!
And the light waxed intenser, and the dim
Low edges of the hills and the grey sea
Were caught and captur’d by the present Power,
My sureties and my witnesses to be.
Then the light drew me in. Ah, perfect pain!
Ah, infinite moment of accomplishment!