NOT that within thy beauteous bosom heaves A heart to comprehend or answer mine, Not that our 'kindred' souls united twine In that soft thread of sympathy which weaves The web of blessed affection, are these leaves,— Perhaps an unprized offering,—at thy shrine Presented; but in token that though thine May change or cool, my spirit clings and cleaves To what it once hath cherished, though in vain: And thus delights to mingle with the strain With which I soothed too many a tedious hour Which kept me from thy then inviting arms, Some tribute to those soul-subduing charms Of which—@3alas, have I@1 NOT @3felt the power?@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LETTER ON THE USE OF MACHINE GUNS AT WEDDINGS by KENNETH PATCHEN THE GROSS CLINIC by CAROL FROST THE THIRD OF FEBRUARY, 1852 by ALFRED TENNYSON THE LAST LANDLORD by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN THE BALLADE OF THE GOLDEN HORN by LEONARD BACON (1887-1954) THREE PORTRAITS by GAMALIEL BRADFORD |