TO her the dearest, the most fair That fills my heart with light sublime, The seraph of immortal pray'r, Salute throughout immortal time! She fills my life as from the south A salt air that the sea-wind brings, And soothes my never quenchéd drouth With savour of eternal springs. A redolence that sweetens all The air in some most dear demesne, A censer that some hand lets fall To smoulder in the dark unseen. O how, unsullied love, to tell With any truth the thing thou art? A grain of musk that still doth dwell Deep-hid in my unaging heart? To her the dearest, the most fair That brings me joy and all my pow'rs, The seraph of immortal pray'r, Salute throughout immortal hours! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON A PROPOSED TRIP SOUTH by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 20 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING TO MY WIFE by WILLIAM ROSE BENET PIRATE TREASURE by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN ASHES TO ASHES by HARRIET WINTON DAVIS |