Give me thy soul, Juliet, give me thy soul! I am a bitter sea, which drinketh in The sweetness of all waters, and so thine. Thou, like a river, pure and swift and full And freighted with the wealth of many lands, With hopes, and fears, and death and life, dost roll Against the troubled ocean of my sin. Thou doubtest not, though on these desert sands The billows surge against thee black with brine, Unwearied. For thy love is fixed and even And bears thee onward, and thy faith is whole. Though thou thyself shouldst sin, yet surely Heaven Hath held thee guiltless and thou art forgiven. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 17 by OMAR KHAYYAM MOUNTAIN FROLIC by GEORGE LAWRENCE ANDREWS PARLIAMENT OF WOMEN: PRAXAGORA REHEARSES by ARISTOPHANES ON THE KING'S ILLNESS by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: ISBRAND by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE THUNDER STORM by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD A SUMMER NIGHT'S ENCHANTMENT by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE ANSWER TO -'S PROFESSSIONS OF AFFECTION by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |