My Amazon.

I.

    My Love is a lady fair and free,
    A lady fair from over the sea,
    And she hath eyes that pierce my breast
    And rob my spirit of peace and rest.


II.

    A youthful warrior, warm and young,
    She takes me prisoner with her tongue,
    Aye! and she keeps me, - on parole, -
    Till paid the ransom of my soul.


III.

    I swear the foeman, arm'd for war
    From cap-à-pie, with many a scar,
    More mercy finds for prostrate foe
    Than she who deals me never a blow.


IV.

    And so 'twill be, this many a day;
    She comes to wound, if not to slay.
    But in my dreams, - in honied sleep, -
    'Tis I to smile, and she to weep!

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Eric Mackay, born on June 1, 1851, was a noted English poet whose work gained recognition in the late 19th century. He is best known for his sonnets and lyrical poetry, which were celebrated for their emotional depth and technical mastery. His most famous work, 'Love Letters of a Violinist,' was well-received during his lifetime. Mackay's contributions to English literature have been acknowledged for their artistic merit. He passed away on June 8, 1898.

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O Love! O Lustre of the sunlit earth
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Letter V. Confessions.


I.

    O Lady mine! O Lady of my Life!
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II.

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Letter XII. Victory.


I.

    Now have I reach'd the goal of my desire,
    For thou hast sworn - as sweetly as a bell
    Makes out its chime - the oath I love to tell,
    The fealty-oath of which I never tire.
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II.

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Letter II. Sorrow.


I.

    Yes, I was mad. I know it. I was mad.
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II.

    He was a fool, indeed, who lately tried
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Letter XI. Faith.


I.

    Now will I sing to God a song of praise,
    And thank the morning for the light it brings,
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    And every tree that, in the jocund days,
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