Two Sonnets
By Maurice Baring
I
*T*) ECAUSE she listened to the quiring spheres
D We thought she did not hear our homely strings;
Stars diademed her hair in misty rings,
Too late we understood those stars were tears.
Without she was a temple pure as snow,
Within were piteous flames of sacrifice ;
And underneath the dazzling mask of ice
A heart of swiftest fire was dying slow.
She in herself, as lonely lilies fold
Stiff silver petals over secret gold,
Shielded her passion, and remained afar
From pity :—Cast red roses on the pyre !
She that was snow shall rise to Heaven as fire
In the still glory of the morning star.
You
By Maurice Baring
I
*T*) ECAUSE she listened to the quiring spheres
D We thought she did not hear our homely strings;
Stars diademed her hair in misty rings,
Too late we understood those stars were tears.
Without she was a temple pure as snow,
Within were piteous flames of sacrifice ;
And underneath the dazzling mask of ice
A heart of swiftest fire was dying slow.
She in herself, as lonely lilies fold
Stiff silver petals over secret gold,
Shielded her passion, and remained afar
From pity :—Cast red roses on the pyre !
She that was snow shall rise to Heaven as fire
In the still glory of the morning star.
You