William Baylebridge

(12 December 1883 – 7 May 1942 / Queensland / Australia)

Love's Saint - Poem by William Baylebridge

Some lip will use her name--a rapt surprise,
Passing the heart's set ward, upon me steals.
One word, to me, doth one saint canonize;
And all the acquest of earth and heaven it seals.
I name that name, and doubt for me has ending,
And Sorrow, strong of old, forgets her part;
The battle-cry it is, to God ascending,
For all the triumphs of my labouring heart.
Ah, what is beauty's charge, what true, what dearest,
But that one lovely word will speak it home?
To splendour, to humility, 'tis nearest;
And the last depths of longing it can plumb.
The plaudit of all joy, all good it bears;
I breathe it, and a breath completes my prayers.

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  • Bronze Star - 2,882 Points Melissa Patty (6/16/2015 8:08:00 AM)

    I think this poem is amazing! You have used a good strong palette of words that has a a very powerful meaning.
    Thankyou for sharing this poem :) I enjoyed reading it :) x (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 30,378 Points * Sunprincess * (5/27/2014 11:07:00 AM)

    ........a very nice poem.....enjoyed reading... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

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