Publisher's Synopsis
Thank you for checking out this book by Theophania Publishing. We appreciate your business and look forward to serving you soon. We have thousands of titles available, and we invite you to search for us by name, contact us via our website, or download our most recent catalogues. For in the morning of our love, there came The spirit singing such entrancing notes, As sweeps the whole empyrian with a flame, Wherein, a dream, pure lofty pleasure floats, And love and beauty find their mellow throats, In glorious fervor, drinking from the golden bowl, The wine of joy that binds them soul to soul, Thou art my muse and thine the phantasy With spirit hand to guide unconsciously. For all I bring thee, minion of thy beauty, This little garland of a memory fruity- A simple tale, as old as love is old, Of virgin art within a golden mold, Still burning, molten, shaping unto glory- A matchless song and yet a simple story. How mischief led a cold unwitting boy Along new paths to taste a sudden joy; How curious Love asport from flower to flower, Hath found a sense too sweet to overpower, And yet such magic sweet, that once is tasted, A moment otherwheres were eons wasted; How Cupid, wandering in a lovely valley With arrowed bow, by many a maid must dally, Till Psyche, like a prisms ingathered hues, Into a sudden virgin light he woos.
