Victor James Daley

Here you will find the Poem Love of poet Victor James Daley

Love

Love is the sunlight of the soul,
That, shining on the silken-tressèd head
Of her we love, around it seems to shed
 A golden angel-aureole. 

 And all her ways seem sweeter ways
Than those of other women in that light:
She has no portion with the pallid night,
 But is a part of all fair days. 

 Joy goes where she goes, and good dreams?
Her smile is tender as an old romance
Of Love that dies not, and her soft eye?s glance
 Like sunshine set to music seems. 

 Queen of our fate is she, but crowned
With purple hearts-ease for her womanhood.
There is no place so poor where she has stood
 But evermore is holy ground. 

 An angel from the heaven above
Would not be fair to us as she is fair:
She holds us in a mesh of silken hair,
 This one sweet woman whom we love. 

 We pray thee, Love, our souls to steep
In dreams wherein thy myrtle flowereth;
So when the rose leaves shiver, feeling Death
 Pass by, we may remain asleep: 

 Asleep, with poppies in our hands,
From all the world and all its cares apart?
Cheek close to cheek, heart beating against heart,
 While through Life?s sandglass run the sands