Thy many weary years were not too long As preparation for the coming dower Of love,—God's own unsearchable white flower Which now thou hast; thou hast it in this song. The weary waiting years of tedious wrong Wrought in thee thine intenser passion-power, And now I loving sing beside thy bower,— Myself through equal suffering purged and strong. And so we meet. Thou art ready now to bear The burning love-god's passionate embrace:— Love, long from thee withheld, is doubly fair; Sweeter is love, and sweeter is thy face To love for thy lone hill-top's icy air And all thy patient running of life's race. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE YOUNG LAUNDRYMAN by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE IYYOB TRANSLATION FROM 'A-15' by LOUIS ZUKOFSKY POOR [OR, COCK] ROBIN by MOTHER GOOSE HOPEFULLY WAITING by ANSON DAVIES FITZ RANDOLPH COUNTER-ATTACK by SIEGFRIED SASSOON |