If jealousy be proof of love indeed I have one comfort in my bitter pang: At least my love is true love, if I hang Wide-eyed upon thy beauty, fain to feed. Let not thy soft soul other voices heed Since it was all thy music that I sang Let thy speech flow to me, since no heart rang Thus at the rumour of thine every deed. And yet I am not jealous; for they say That jealousy is mad and full of hate, Suspicious, wilful, tortured, quick to slay. But I in utter adoration lay All in thy sacred hands, and bless the fate That made me love ere I was cast away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CLOD AND THE PEBBLE, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE BATTLE SONG by EBENEZER ELLIOTT THE CORAL GROVE by JAMES GATES PERCIVAL REUBEN JAMES by JAMES JEFFREY ROCHE CRADLE SONG (TO A TUNE OF BLAKE'S): 2 by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE CHRISTMAS CAROL by SARA TEASDALE ALEC YEATON'S SON; GLOUCESTER, AUGUST, 1720 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |