CENTO:THE TRUE ROMANTICS
David Lehman
I hid my love when young till I
Heard the thunder hoarsely laugh,
Heard the skylark warbling in the sky,
For the eye altering alter 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.