WHAT tender love name can I call you by? Not that of every hour and every one; I would not take what others have begun To soil by common use; nay, I would try To lift our loving to some far-hung sky, To bear it swift beyond each blazing sun And in a demi-dark divinely spun Of silver moons, to syllable it shy. I yield to none; your mother's early way Of calling you; your name in heaven writ clear, These stand for holiness; but mine must be Other, and more: its very sound must say: "My dear, mine own, beloved utterly, My sweet, my sweet, and yet again, my dear"! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MENTAL TRAVELLER by WILLIAM BLAKE THE ART OF PRESERVING HEALTH: BOOK 2. RUSTIC INTERIOR by JOHN ARMSTRONG THE VANISHED VOICE by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON TO AN ELDERLY AMORIST by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON MY VALENTINE by ERNEST CAMP JR. THE COUNTRY DOCTOR by WILLIAM MCKENDREE CARLETON |