Hymnia-Beatrix
Before you pass and leave me gaunt and chill Alone to do what I have joyed in doing In your glad sight, suffer me, nor take ill If I confess you prize and me pursuing. As the rapt Tuscan lifted up his eyes Whither his Lady led, and lived with her, Strong in her strength, and in her wisdom wise, Love-taught with song to be her thurifer; So I, that may no nearer stand than he To minister about the holy place, Am well content to watch my Heaven in thee And read my Credo in thy sacred face. For even as Beatrix Dante's wreath did bind, So, Hymnia, hast thou imparadised my mind.
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"Before you pass and leave me gaunt and chill..."
This evocative piece by Maurice Henry Hewlett, titled "Hymnia-Beatrix", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...