Passion
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- Some have won a wild delight,
- By daring wilder sorrow;
- Could I gain thy love to-night,
- I'd hazard death to-morrow.
- Could the battle-struggle earn
- One kind glance from thine eye,
- How this withering heart would burn,
- The heady fight to try!
- Welcome nights of broken sleep,
- And days of carnage cold,
- Could I deem that thou wouldst weep
- To hear my perils told.
- Tell me, if with wandering bands
- I roam full far away,
- Wilt thou to those distant lands
- In spirit ever stray?
- Wild, long, a trumpet sounds afar;
- Bid me--bid me go
- Where Seik and Briton meet in war,
- On Indian Sutlej's flow.
- Blood has dyed the Sutlej's waves
- With scarlet stain, I know;
- Indus' borders yawn with graves,
- Yet, command me go!
- Though rank and high the holocaust
- Of nations steams to heaven,
- Glad I'd join the death-doomed host,
- Were but the mandate given.
- Passion's strength should nerve my arm,
- Its ardour stir my life,
- Till human force to that dread charm
- Should yield and sink in wild alarm,
- Like trees to tempest-strife.
- If, hot from war, I seek thy love,
- Darest thou turn aside?
- Darest thou then my fire reprove,
- By scorn, and maddening pride?
- No--my will shall yet control
- Thy will, so high and free,
- And love shall tame that haughty soul--
- Yes--tenderest love for me.
- I'll read my triumph in thine eyes,
- Behold, and prove the change;
- Then leave, perchance, my noble prize,
- Once more in arms to range.
- I'd die when all the foam is up,
- The bright wine sparkling high;
- Nor wait till in the exhausted cup
- Life's dull dregs only lie.
- Then Love thus crowned with sweet reward,
- Hope blest with fulness large,
- I'd mount the saddle, draw the sword,
- And perish in the charge!
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