Though veiled in spires of myrtle-wreath
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1772 to 1834
Though veiled in spires of myrtle-wreath,
Love is a sword which cuts its sheath,
And through the clefts itself has made,
We spy the flashes of the blade!
But through the clefts itself has made
We likewise see Love’s flashing blade,
By rust consumed, or snapt in twain;
And only hilt and stump remain.
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