Joseph Skipsey Poems

I GO—from all earth can give, riven
By fate's sternest mandate—so—so,
A Queen in a fiery car driven,
To meet her god-lover—I go.
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A SONG in devotion I sing to my Annie—
Ah! be startled not to discover I long,
To fold in my arms and possess what so many
And many a time is the theme of my song.
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COME sing me the song that once gilded my gloom,
And the heart unsubdued till that moment subdued,
That with its red rose caused the rose-tree to bloom,
That long year after year without blossoms had stood.
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OUR revels now are ended, so good night, so good night,
And each unto our chamber let us hie,
And there lose ourselves in visions till the broad daylight
Again has bid adieu unto the sky.
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THE memories of moments flown,
Into my spirit's glass assemble;
And as they enter, one by one,
My heart-strings into music tremble.
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SHE took the oars and rowed along
With such a grace, the mere did waken
Into a sweet, melodious song,
At every charming stroke was taken.
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THE fickle Moon has left the skies;
But Night's blue veil with stars is sprinkled,
And every little twinkler tries
To twinkle as he'd never twinkled.
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AH dearest dear, what do I hear?
I've hurt thy feelings! have I, dearest?
Then let thy words be fiery swords,
To punish me with pangs severest!
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THE wind comes from the west to-night;
So sweetly down the lane he bloweth
Upon my lips, with pure delight,
From head to foot my body gloweth.
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O, THE bugle-horn I heard last night!
Its wild tones set the echoes flying;
And night long in my soul, Delight
Danced, danced her gift for dancing trying!
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