THOU lovely and beloved, thou my love; Whose kiss seems still the first; whose summoning eyes, Even now, as for our love-world's new sunrise, Shed very dawn; whose voice, attuned above All modulation of the deep-bowered dove, Is like a hand laid softly on the soul; Whose hand is like a sweet voice to control Those worn tired brows it hath the keeping of:-- What word can answer to thy word,--what gaze To thine, which now absorbs within its sphere My worshipping face, till I am mirrored there Light-circled in a heaven of deep-drawn rays? What clasp, what kiss mine inmost heart can prove, O lovely and beloved, O my love! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SCHOOLBOYS IN WINTER by JOHN CLARE FOR THAT HE LOOKED NOT UPON HER by GEORGE GASCOIGNE ASPECTS OF THE PINES by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE SONG OF THE CHATTAHOOCHEE by SIDNEY LANIER THE RUSTIC LAD'S LAMENT IN THE TOWN by DAVID MACBETH MOIR WHEN YOU ARE OLD by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |