Proem Ii Poem by Amos Bronson Alcott

Proem Ii

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Ah! why so brief the visit, short his stay?
The acquaintance so surprising, and so sweet,
Stolen is my heart, 't is journeying far away,
With that shy stranger whom my voice did greet.
That hour so fertile of entrancing thought,
So rapt the conversation, and so free,
My heart lost soundings, tenderly upcaught,
Driven by soft sails of love and ecstasy!
Was I then? was I? clasped in Love's embrace,
And touched with ardors of divinity?
Spake with my chosen lover face to face,
Espoused then truly? such my destiny?
I cannot tell; but own the pleasing theft,
That when the stranger went, I was of Love bereft.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dr Antony Theodore 10 March 2019

The acquaintance so surprising, and so sweet, Stolen is my heart, 't is journeying far away, With that shy stranger whom my voice did greet. a fine poem. tony

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Amos Bronson Alcott

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Wolcutt, Connecticutt
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