Poem

A Valentine

Robert Graves
The hunter to the husbandman Pays tribute since our love began, And to love-loyalty dedicates The phantom kills he meditates. Let me embrace, embracing you, Beauty of other shape and hue, Odd glinting graces of which none Shone more than candle to your sun; Your well-kissed hand was beckoning me In unfamiliar imagery. Smile your forgiveness: each bright ghost Dives in love's glory and is lost Yielding your comprehensive pride A homage, even to suicide.

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