It is thy whiteness, love, which whiteneth me. I am the red stained warrior,—thou the flower Filling with whiteness love's dear spotless bower: Thou art my crown of splendid purity. The lessons of high God I learn from thee, And thou dost gain from me swift thought and power: So the twin spirits deepen hour by hour, And love's soul-plant becomes a strong great tree. Oh, be thou white! My whiteness all is thine, As, lady dear, thy new-born strength is mine. And, if I make thee large of heart and strong, Pour thou thy whiteness through my yearning heart,— That pure may be the utterance of my Art, And white as thine own love my urgent song. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS MY ORCHA'D IN LINDEN LEA by WILLIAM BARNES MACFLECKNOE; OR, A SATIRE UPON THE TRUE-BLUE-PROTESTANT POET by JOHN DRYDEN SONGS by RICHARD HENRY STODDARD OTHER LITTLE SHIPS by EDNA BINTLIFF THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 101. AGE: 2 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |