Here you will find the Poem Love's Bower. of poet Robert Crawford
On the white bosom, 'tween the breasts Of Helen Love has made his bower, As in a sweet and secret tower Where mid the world's decay he rests ? A bridegroom in his dream's desire With the imperial bride whose brow Is great with beauty now, Whose eyes have the old fire That in their passion's joy Burnt to a cinder on the towers of Troy! All youths and virgins may go there, And thence their hearts as torches light, Fragrant and fresh as new-born air In the old world's serenest might ? May learn from Love and his warm mate The secret of the tender tune Of that long honeymoon, That like the fire of Fate Still in their passion's joy Burns to a cinder on the towers of Troy!
