My own Beloved, who hast lifted me From this drear flat of earth where I was thrown, And, in betwixt the languid ringlets, blown A life-breath, till the forehead hopefully Shines out again, as all the angels see, Before thy saving kiss! My own, my own, Who camest to me when the world was gone, And I who looked for only God, found thee! I find thee; I am safe, and strong, and glad. As one who stands in dewless asphodel Looks backward on the tedious time he had In the upper life, -- so I, with bosom-swell, Make witness, here, between the good and bad, That Love, as strong as Death, retrieves as well. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE SOUTH ON ITS NEW SLAVERY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE BRITISH CHURCH by GEORGE HERBERT A CONSECRATION by JOHN MASEFIELD THE MINSTREL BOY by THOMAS MOORE MRS. HARRIS'S PETITION: TO EXCELLENCIES THE LORDS JUSTICES OF IRELAND by JONATHAN SWIFT SMOKE IN WINTER by HENRY DAVID THOREAU |