INDEED this very love which is my boast, And which, when rising up from breast to brow, Doth crown me with a ruby large enow To draw men's eyes and prove the inner cost, -- This love even, all my worth, to the uttermost, I should not love withal, unless that thou Hadst set me an example, shown me how, When first thine earnest eyes with mine were crossed, And love called love. And thus, I cannot speak Of love even, as a good thing of my own: Thy soul hath snatched up mine all faint and weak, And placed it by thee on a golden throne, -- And that I love (O soul, we must be meek!) Is by thee only, whom I love alone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JEPHTHA'S DAUGHTER by GEORGE GORDON BYRON MADRIGAL: 1 by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN A WINTER WISH by ROBERT HINCKLEY MESSINGER CRADLE SONG AT TWILIGHT by ALICE MEYNELL SHUT OUT by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI IDENTITY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |