O THOU whose form is ever in my heart, O flesh that holds me pent with terrible force, Dear limbs and lips that seize upon my life And in your fire consume it—O sweet love: Lo all I see— The clear and sunny hills, the woods, the streams, The orchards, fields, the lines of poplars tall, The belfried towns, the river at my feet, The great blue sky, yea He who stands behind it— Are mine for thee, to lose themselves in thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEDICATION FOR A PLOT OF GROUND by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS BUCOLIC COMEDY: AUBADE by EDITH SITWELL EL HOMBRE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS FOREBEARANCE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON THE BALLADE OF THE SUMMER-BOARDER by HENRY CUYLER BUNNER |