I THERE is no one beside thee and no one above thee, Thou standest alone as the nightingale sings! And my words that would praise thee are impotent things, For none can express thee though all should approve thee. I love thee so, Dear, that I only can love thee. II Say, what can I do for thee? weary thee, grieve thee? Lean on thy shoulder, new burdens to add? Weep my tears over thee, making thee sad? Oh, hold me not -- love me not! let me retrieve thee. I love thee so, Dear, that I only can leave thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A HILLSIDE THAW by ROBERT FROST TO A CHILD EMBRACING HIS MOTHER by THOMAS HOOD A LONDON FETE by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE THE PROSPECTOR by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE AUNTIE'S SKIRTS by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE TENT ON THE BEACH: 2. THE WRECK OF RIVERMOUTH by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |