A MILLION faces, loves, bodies, lives—a million souls, Pouring down Time— As in a dream I see, and know my own. All nations, classes, trades, ranks, temperaments, [The soldier's cap, the felon's crop, the bishop's mitre, Under the eyelids of the peasant woman, beneath the burnous of the Arab chieftain,] A million souls, yet from the rest at once distinguished—by the first glance revealed— I see, and know my own. [Nay through the ages, loved ones, true to you, Inseparable at heart I still remain, Nor doubt you for an instant, nor myself.] But here, to-day, may-be of all One only The hour, the strict Eternity of Time, Presents—and I accept. May-be the least, unworthiest as the world would say, Yet even so sufficient—for blest the hour Which brings what, else, Eternity would miss! Another day the worthiest may claim me; To-day we two alone will be the world: And Love, the Lord of all, shall dwell between us. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CRADLE SONG, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE HOLY WILLIE'S PRAYER by ROBERT BURNS THE PILGRIM FATHERS by JOHN PIERPONT THE HOUND OF HEAVEN by FRANCIS THOMPSON MY FRIEND by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS |