MY love, despise not love in your high thought; For see what weakness finds the power to do Here in my failing heart for love of you, And how my bruised, feeble hand hath brought Here to your feet the treasure that you sought, Warm from the furnace of a passion true; 'Twas perfect love made all my spirit new, And helped me to accept the task you taught. Oh, doubt not! all the wisdom of the soul Grows wiser in love's light, and stronger still The sweet, fierce strength of high and holy will, To be and bear and brave the very whole: -- Ay, love doth aid the dauntless to fulfil; And holds his compass steady to the pole. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THIS LIME-TREE BOWER MY PRISON by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE CHOIRMASTER'S BURIAL by THOMAS HARDY A BALLAD OF THE FRENCH FLEET; OCTOBER, 1746 by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE UNIVERSAL PRAYER by ALEXANDER POPE HUMAN FLIES by KATHARINE ADAMS IF I GROW OLD by ETHEL BERRY ALLEN THE THREE MUSICIANS by AUBREY BEARDSLEY EMPTY ROOM by NATHANIEL ANKETELL BENSON EPIGRAM TO DON ANTONIO, KING OF PORTUGAL by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |