Romance Poetry posted February 22, 2018

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Edwardian love poem.

Oh, to be...

by brenda bickers

Oh, but to be in England where the wayward wind doth blow--
to float on shards of crystal on the virgin snow below,
or stand upon a plateau high and feel the icy rain.
Oh, but to be in England just to be with you again.
Behold the beauty of one’s eye as quaintly as the rose,
for soon I shall be there with you in sweet refined repose
and all my fears shall you erase when comforted by night,
until the dawn brings forth the morn we’ll dance by candlelight.
Oh, but to be in England when the sun doth kiss the land
and love for you is measured by each tiny grain of sand.
Where kisses melt the coldest hearts to last eternally--
oh, but to be in England, where my true love waits for me.


The first clause in this poem was written by Robert Browning, and is in no way meant to be attributed to me.

I am not sure what form this poem is; but I have repeated the first half of the first line in the 4th, 9th, and 12th row, while omitting it from the middle stanza.

This is just an Edwardian poem written on a whim.
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