As strong, as deep, as wide as is the sea,Though by the wind made restless as the wind,By billows fretted and by rocks confined,So strong, so deep, so wide my love for thee.
"Sonnet II" in Scribner's Monthly Vol. IX (November 1874 - April 1875), p. 359.
The Night has a thousand eyes,And the Day but one;Yet the light of the bright world diesWith the dying sun.The mind has a thousand eyes,And the heart but one;Yet the light of a whole life diesWhen love is done.Francis William Bourdillon
Sudden thy silent beauty on me shone,Fair as the moon had given thee all her spell.Then, as Endymion had found on earth,In unchanged beauty but in fashion changed,Her whom I loved so long; so felt I then,Not that a new love in my heart had birth,But that the old, that far from reach had ranged,Was now on earth, and to be loved of men.Francis William Bourdillon
So my great love for thee lies tranquil, deep,Forever; though above it passions fierce,Ambition, hatred, jealousy; like wavesThat seem from earth’s core to the sky to leap,But ocean’s depths can never really pierce;Hide its great calm, while all the surface raves.Francis William Bourdillon
The night has a thousand eyes, And the day but one; Yet the light of the bright world dies With the dying sun.Francis William Bourdillon