The Ring of Amethyst

Chapter 62: “AMONG THOSE JOYS FOR WHICH WE UTTER PRAISE.”

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A collection of lyric poems that moves between intimate reflections on love, longing, and domestic feeling and wider meditations on faith, doubt, memory, and artistic purpose. Short, varied pieces contrast joy and pain, sometimes adopting persona or dedicatory addresses and sometimes using nature and classical imagery to frame emotional states. The overall tone balances tender sincerity with contemplative restraint, turning commonplace moments and moral concerns into compact, image-driven meditations on the inner life.

“AMONG THOSE JOYS FOR WHICH WE UTTER PRAISE.”

Among those joys for which we utter praise

That were not in our lives, one year ago;—

(No need to name them, dearest; for you know

Each one that came, our ignorant hearts to raise

To love’s high level;) let us count the days

Before we knew each other; days when no

Sweet premonition of love’s full rich glow

Gleamed on the darkness of our separate ways.

All preludes should be simple; that no dream

Or hint of this new beauty came to fill

The unconscious hours with meaning, does but seem

Fit introduction to the joys that thrill

Our glad souls now, from love that knew no still

Awaking,—but dawned instantly supreme.