HOW long, how long for thee I've sought, Until now never finding! But since thy word hath comfort brought, On my wound balm't is binding. The fiery flush of joy's first thrill Through all my being's glowing; My woe has fled, want, every ill, My bliss full health bestowing. My soul doth now no longer rove; Upon thy heart't is resting, Sweeps proudly through thy sea of love, Knows only mirth and jesting. Within thy arms it falls asleep, A thousand kisses giving, Reflected in thine eyes so deep As't were in sunshine living. My burning thirst is now appeased, My boat in harbor's lying; In love's cloak wrapped, all suff'ring eased, To sleep I'm joyous flying. Thou mine, I thine forevermore, What grief could torture me, when Of all my bliss the inmost core In thee is life, soul, heaven! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE IN AUTUMN by SARA TEASDALE HOHENLINDEN by THOMAS CAMPBELL PROLOGUE, SPOKEN BY MR. GARRICK AT ... THEATRE ROYALE, 1747 by SAMUEL JOHNSON (1709-1784) TO HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW; ON HIS BIRTHDAY, 27 FEB. 1867 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL MOTHER HEART by NELLIE COOLEY ALDER THE BATTLE-FIELD OF RASZYN by KAZIMIERZ BRODZINSKI SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 9 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |