Ernest Myers

(13 October 1844 - 25 November 1921 / Keswick / England)

Ernest Myers Poems

1. Gordon 4/21/2010
2. Etsi Omnes, Ego Non 4/21/2010
3. The Seamaids’ Music 4/21/2010
4. Infant Eyes 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Ernest Myers

Infant Eyes

Blood of my blood, bone of my bone,
Heart of my being's heart,
Strange visitant, yet very son;
All this, and more, thou art.

In thy soft lineaments I trace,
More winning daily grown,
The sweetness of thy mother's face
Transfiguring my own.

That grave but all untroubled gaze,
So rapt yet never dim,
Seems following o'er their starry ways
The wings of cherubim.

Two worlds man hardly may descry,
(For manhood clouds them o'er),
Commingled to mine inward eye
Are shadowed forth once more:

That lost world, whither man's regret
With ...

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