WERE you with me, or I with you, There's nought, methinks, I might not do; Could venture here, and venture there. And never fear, nor ever care. To things before, and things behind, Could turn my thoughts, and turn my mind, On this and that, day after day, Could dare to throw myself away. Secure, when all was o'er, to find My proper thought, my perfect mind, And unimpaired receive anew My own and better self in you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MOTHERHOOD by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CINQUAIN: NOVEMBER NIGHT by ADELAIDE CRAPSEY THE CASTLE OF CHILLON by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON CORINNA TO TANAGRA, FROM ATHENS by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR ON MUSIC by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR TO MY SISTER by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |