Behind it all—the anger and the flame That leapt upon thee—there is, could'st thou see, The loving inner changeless soul of me, Unshaken,—clear for ever in its aim. I love thee,—and so I hate eternally Each smallness foreign to thy nature true: Just as I welcome every blossom new Of thought or heart; each growth of being's tree. Behind it all,—O thou whom I adore Enough to "crucify"—as thou didst say,— There is the love that changes never more; The soul of yearning thou canst never slay:— Strength that would help thee; prayer that intercedes; Sweet love that tarries patient: love that bleeds. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...APOLLO by THOMAS HOLLEY CHIVERS BAVARIAN GENTIANS by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE THE INDIAN SERENADE by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE KISS TO THE FLAG by JEAN FRANCOIS VICTOR AICARD THE VISION OF SPRING, 1916 by HENRY HOWARTH BASHFORD DEDICATIONS AND INSCRIPTIONS: 11. TO EDWARD THOMAS, WITH A PLAY by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |