Questionable
She Was My Love Who Could Deliver
J. R. Hervey
She was my love who could deliver
From paws of pain and melancholy,
And light the lamps that burn forever,
And cleanse a page of screeds of folly,
And with a motion of her hand
Could reap a harvest on my land.
And she could melt an iron mood,
And lashing chords with love were softer,
And she could bring my course to good,
Could renovate with raining laughter,
And eye and heart her beauty brace
When death appeared with peering face.
Against a secret shaft of malice
Piercing my solitary isle
She would defend with flying solace,
And visitations of her smile,
And from the spirit's blank occasions,
And from the craft of days and seasons
She was my love who could deliver.
I think I chose this one because I admire the rhyme scheme and the meter . . . At first I loved it, but after reading it a few times, I noticed the theme is an uncomfortable one: putting a loved one on a pedestal. What do you think?
J. R. Hervey
She was my love who could deliver
From paws of pain and melancholy,
And light the lamps that burn forever,
And cleanse a page of screeds of folly,
And with a motion of her hand
Could reap a harvest on my land.
And she could melt an iron mood,
And lashing chords with love were softer,
And she could bring my course to good,
Could renovate with raining laughter,
And eye and heart her beauty brace
When death appeared with peering face.
Against a secret shaft of malice
Piercing my solitary isle
She would defend with flying solace,
And visitations of her smile,
And from the spirit's blank occasions,
And from the craft of days and seasons
She was my love who could deliver.
I think I chose this one because I admire the rhyme scheme and the meter . . . At first I loved it, but after reading it a few times, I noticed the theme is an uncomfortable one: putting a loved one on a pedestal. What do you think?