O SWEET delight, O more than human bliss, With her to live that ever loving is; To hear her speak, whose words are so well placed, That she by them, as they in her are graced: Those looks to view, that feast the viewer's eye, How blest is he that may so live and die! Such love as this the golden times did know, When all did reap, yet none took care to sow; Such love as this an endless summer makes, And all distaste from frail affection takes. So loved, so blessed, in my beloved am I; Which till their eyes ache, let iron men envy! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WORN WEDDING-RING by WILLIAM COX BENNETT YOU LINGERING SPARSE LEAVES OF ME by WALT WHITMAN THE ARCHERY MEETING by THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY VERMONT KITCHEN POLES by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. ELDER SOLDIER IN BROTHERHOOD TO THE YOUNGER by EDWARD CARPENTER |