cento: the true romantics

I hid my love when young till I
Heard the thunder hoarsely laugh,
Heard the skylark warbling in the sky,
For the eye altering alters all.

But with a sweet forgetting,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
The awful shadow of some unseen power
Hath had elsewhere its setting.

I would build that dome in air
And in the icy silence of the tomb,
For the sword outwears its sheath,

And whom I love, I love indeed,
And all I loved, I loved alone,
Ignorant and wanton as the dawn.
Lehman