William Schwenck Gilbert

(1836 - 1911 / London / England)

A Mirage - Poem by William Schwenck Gilbert

Were I thy bride,
Then the whole world beside
Were not too wide
To hold my wealth of love -
Were I thy bride!
Upon thy breast
My loving head would rest,
As on her nest
The tender turtle-dove -
Were I thy bride!

This heart of mine
Would be one heart with thine,
And in that shrine
Our happiness would dwell -
Were I thy bride!
And all day long
Our lives should be a song:
No grief, no wrong
Should make my heart rebel -
Were I thy bride!

The silvery flute,
The melancholy lute,
Were night-owl's hoot
To my low-whispered coo -
Were I thy bride!
The skylark's trill
Were but discordance shrill
To the soft thrill
Of wooing as I'd woo -
Were I thy bride!

The rose's sigh
Were as a carrion's cry
To lullaby
Such as I'd sing to thee -
Were I thy bride!
A feather's press
Were leaden heaviness
To my caress.
But then, unhappily,
I'm not thy bride!


Comments about A Mirage by William Schwenck Gilbert

  • Konab Ghumman (4/3/2019 12:49:00 PM)

    This heart of mine
    Would be one heart with thine,
    And in that shrine
    Our happiness would dwell -
    Were I thy bride!
    And all day long
    Our lives should be a song:
    No grief, no wrong
    Should make my heart rebel -
    Were I thy bride!

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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