WHAT Name of Comfort can returne My Heart to mee! Deare Freind in Thee My life is dead, my Joy doth mourne. O @3Jonathan,@1 my Reverend Mother, (Though fertile Shee,) Ne'r blessed Mee With halfe so sweet & deare a Brother. Delicious, Freind, wert Thou to Mee; @3Engaddies@1 Bed Did never spread Perfumes so rich & sweet as Thee. Thy love to Mee, my @3Jonathan,@1 (Heart spare to break Before I speak) Thy love knew no Comparison. Weak Woman's Love, esteem'd wth thine, Though stout before, Grew faint & poore; Thy Love, as Thou, was Masculine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DEATH OF ADONIS by THEOCRITUS LINES WRITTEN TO A TRANSLATOR OF GREEK POETRY by MARGARET STEELE ANDERSON WINTER SUNSET by EVA K. ANGLESBURG THE BLACK MOUSQUETAIRE; A LEGEND OF FRANCE by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM FOOT-PRINTS by ANNE MILLAY BREMER THE MEEK SHALL INHERIT by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE: TO IANTHE, AND CANTO 1 by GEORGE GORDON BYRON TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 2. I HEARD A VOICE by EDWARD CARPENTER |