Love's uttermost knows neither depth nor height But soars or stoops unwittingly, for stress Of mere dear love, importunate to bless And see its treasure crowned in its sight. Throws o'er each fleck some mantle of fine right Woven of love's transforming tenderness, Woos to the waking charms it doth but guess, Creates, and frees, and leads into the light. O little maid! with all your shining hair And bosom full of faith and kindliest trust, So would I have you love your love, my fair, With woman's strength of mercy, gently just; Wide, wide as heaven teach your heart to be, Love with love's breadth, and hold through setting free. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE IYYOB TRANSLATION FROM 'A-15' by LOUIS ZUKOFSKY CHILD AND MOTHER by EUGENE FIELD A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 2 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN A DEAD HARVEST (IN KENSINGTON GARDENS) by ALICE MEYNELL TO MY CHILDREN: 3 by DOLLIE CAROLINE MAITLAND RADFORD |