NOT I myself know all my love for thee: How should I reach so far, who cannot weigh To-morrow's dower by gage of yesterday? Shall birth and death, and all dark names that be As doors and windows bared to some loud sea, Lash deaf mine ears and blind my face with spray; And shall my sense pierce love,--the last relay And ultimate outpost of eternity? Lo! what am I to Love, the lord of all? One murmuring shell he gathers from the sand,-- One little heart-flame sheltered in his hand. Yet through thine eyes he grants me clearest call And veriest touch of powers primordial That any hour-girt life may understand. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LAUS VENERIS (A PICTURE BY BURNE-JONES) by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON OF THE MANNER OF ADDRESSING CLOUDS by WALLACE STEVENS THE EBB AND FLOW by EDWARD TAYLOR THE SISTER'S TRAGEDY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE SEVEN OLD MEN; TO VICTOR HUGO by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE SEVEN HONEST MEN by MARTIN BENSON TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. A DREAM OF HUMAN LIFE by EDWARD CARPENTER |