I am not worthy of thy worship, love!— There are within me hosts of passions yet Whose angry serried spear-ranks must be met: Fierce warriors whose keen swords against me move! Oh, we have talked in many a blossomy grove Of happiness,—but am I worthy thee? O love, love, love of mine,—if thou could'st see My whole grim life, would'st thou that life approve? Oh, thou art white, and thou would'st shrink away! The whitest thing about me is the red: Thy wings are golden,—mine are gaunt and grey; Sins black and endless beat about my head With flapping plumes and urgent lips that say, "Dark would thy soul be, had that soul not bled." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE AUDACIOUS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE RAND MCNALLY ATLAS by KAREN SWENSON A MUSICAL by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR ELAINE by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY TO MY EXCELLENT LUCASIA, ON OUR FRIENDSHIP. 17TH JULY 1651 by KATHERINE PHILIPS THE WINGLESS VICTORY by WILLIAM HERVEY ALLEN JR. |