Love Letters of a Violinist, and Other Poems

by Eric Mackay

E'en so I love thee, blameless as thou art,

And with my soul's desire I compass thee.

XVII.

For thou art Woman in the sweetest sense

Of true endowment, and a bride indeed

Fit for Apollo. This is Woman's need:

To be a beacon when the air is dense,

A bower of peace, a life-long recompense—

This is the sum of Woman's worldly creed.

XVIII.