I could not tell you though I were crucified The depth of my love for you. Well, they call it "pride"! But—come and walk with me! Hold your peace or talk with me,— All that matters now to me is—you are at my side. @3Do I remember!@1 You bring the Age of Gold. Wonder-dreams we wove once your words, your ways unfold. (Deep in the heart of me This!) You are part of me, Far the finer part of me—as it was of old. So—I debate you o'er all the things we share. Folk might think I hate you, for all I seem to care. You will understand it, though. Men with men have planned it so. I am so afraid you might catch me unaware Gazing—yes, gazing, as any woman might Fondly in your face, at your eyes' quick laughing light, Fondly,—meet for scorning! @3Brother of our morning! Aye, and when my need was, brother through the night!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO LIVES: CONCLUSION. INDIAN SUMMER by WILLIAM ELLERY LEONARD RAIN by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE THREE HERMITS by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS A RONDEAU OF REGRETS by HENRI BAUDE THAMES GULLS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN WARNING by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB |