Love scorns that Love implore you To bind his hurts or heal; Prays only, arm around you, To draw on hours that hound you, To whirl his sword before you And fence your path with steel. Not for the beauty of you, The peace of all your ways, He burns, -- but in your quarrel To hold the pass of peril, To stand at arms above you Against embattled days. No comfort for his blundering He cries your heart to yield, But that his arm enfold you, His shield-arm shield and hold you Safe, while the foe charge thundering, -- His sword against the field! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO -, WITH A ROSE by SIDNEY LANIER AN APPEAL TO MY COUNTRYWOMEN by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER CALLER HERRIN' by CAROLINA OLIPHANT NAIRNE IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 119 by ALFRED TENNYSON ON THE SUN COMING OUT IN THE AFTERNOON by HENRY DAVID THOREAU CLIO, NINE ECLOGUES IN HONOUR OF NINE VIRTUES: 2. OF GRATITUDE by WILLIAM BASSE |