I would in that sweet bosom be (O sweet it is and fair it is!) Where no rude wind might visit me. Because of sad austerities I would in that sweet bosom be. I would be ever in that heart (O soft I knock and soft entreat her!) Where only peace might be my part. Austerities were all the sweeter So I were ever in that heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GARDEN YEAR by SARA COLERIDGE ODES II, 10 by QUINTUS HORATIUS FLACCUS AN HYMN OF HEAVENLY BEAUTY by EDMUND SPENSER THE MOTHERLAND by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH MARECHAL NIEL by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH SONG-TIME by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH MR. BARNEY MAGUIRE'S ACCOUNT OF THE CORONATION by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 7. THE SLEEPING BEAUTY by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |