THE love that deep within me lies Unmoved abides in conscious power; Yet in the heaven of thy sweet eyes It varies every hour. A look from thee will flush the cheek: A word of thine awaken tears: And, ah, in all I do and speak How frail my love appears! In yonder tree, Beloved, whose boughs Are household both to earth and heaven, Whose leaves have murmured of our vows To many a balmy even, The branch that wears the liveliest green, Is shaken by the restless bird; The leaves that nighest heaven are seen, By every breeze are stirred: But storms may rise, and thunders roll, Nor move the giant roots below; So, from the bases of the soul, My love for thee doth grow. It seeks the heaven, and trembles there To every light and passing breath; But from the heart no storm can tear Its rooted growth beneath. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A FRIEND WRITING ON CABARET DANCERS by EZRA POUND DESPAIR AND FEAR by EMILY DICKINSON WORDLY WISE (5) by MOTHER GOOSE SILENCE by MAVIS CLARE BARNETT ROSETTE by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER BALAUSTION'S ADVENTURE: PART 4 by ROBERT BROWNING SAINT ELIZABETH OF BOHEMIA: 1; SONNET by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK |