Of that so sweet imprisonment My soul, dearest, is fain -- - Soft arms that woo me to relent And woo me to detain. Ah, could they ever hold me there Gladly were I a prisoner! Dearest, through interwoven arms By love made tremulous, That night allures me where alarms Nowise may trouble us; But sleep to dreamier sleep be wed Where soul with soul lies prisoned. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SOLACE by CLARISSA SCOTT DELANY TWO VOYAGERS by EMILY DICKINSON PAST AND PRESENT by THOMAS HOOD EPITAPH (ON A COMMONPLACE PERSON WHO DIED IN BED) by AMY LEVY ICHABOD by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER NEAR DOVER, SEPTEMBER 1802 by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |