The rude rebuffs of bay-besieging winds But make the anchored ships towards them turn, So thy unkindness unto me but finds My love tow’rds thee with … - Patrick Moloney
" "The rude rebuffs of bay-besieging winds But make the anchored ships towards them turn,
So thy unkindness unto me but finds My love tow’rds thee with keener ardour burn;
As myrrh incised bleeds odoriferous gum, I am become a poet through my wrong,
For through the sad-mouthed heart-wounds in me come These earthly echoes of celestial song.
My thoughts as birds make flutter in my heart, Poor muffled choristers! whose sad refrain
Gives sorrow sleep, and bids that woe depart Whose heavy burden weighs upon my strain.
Imprisoned larks pipe sweeter than when free,
And I, enslaved, have learnt to sing for thee.
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About Patrick Moloney
(1843–1904) was an Irish physician and writer active in Melbourne, colonial Victoria.
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Know that the age of Pyrrha is long passed, And though thy form is eternized in stone,
The sculptor’s doings cannot Time outlast, Nor Beauty live save but in blood and bone;
Though new Pygmalions should again arise Idolatrous of images like thee,
Time the iconoclast e’en stone destroys, As steadfast rocks are splintered by the sea.
Thou shouldst indeed a hamadryad be, Inhabiting some knotted oak alone,
And so revive the worship of the Tree Which, by succession, outlives barren stone.
Though thus transformed still worshippers would woo,
As Daphne-laurels poets yet pursue.
O what an eve was that which ushered in The night that crowned the wish I cherished long!
Heaven’s curtains oped to see the night begin, And infant winds broke lightly into song;
Methought the hours in softly-swelling sound Wailed funeral dirges for the dying light;
I seemed to stand upon a neutral ground Between the confines of the day and night;
For o’er the east Night stretched her sable rod, And ranked her stars in glittering array,
While, in the west, the golden twilight trod With [burning] crimsons on the verge of day.
Bright bars of cloud formed in the glowing even
A Jacob-ladder joining earth and heaven.
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Thy throne is ringed by amorous cavaliers, And all the air is heavy with the sound
Of tiptoe compliment, whilst anxious fears Strike dumb the lesser satellites around.
One clasps thy hand, another squires thy chair, Some bask in light shed from the eyes of thee,
Some taste the perfume shaken from thy hair, Some watch afar their worshipped deity.
All have their orbits, and due distance keep, As round the sun concentric planets move;
Smiles light yon lord, whilst I, at distance, weep In the sad twilight of uncertain love.
’Thwart thee, my sun, how many a mincer slips,
Whose constant transits make for me eclipse.
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