Are there two things, of all which men possess, That are so like each other and so near, As mutual Love seems like to Happiness? Dear Asra, woman beyond utterance dear! This Love which ever welling at my heart, Now in its living fount doth heave and fall, Now overflowing pours thro' every part Of all my frame, and fills and changes all, Like vernal waters springing up through snow, This Love that seeming great beyond the power Of growth, yet seemeth ever more to grow, Could I transmute the whole to one rich Dower Of Happy Life, and give it all to Thee, Thy lot, methinks, were Heaven, thy age, Eternity! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POLLY by WILLIAM BRIGHTY RANDS A PRAIRIE SUNSET by WALT WHITMAN CHRISTMAS EPITHALAMIUM by WILLIAM HERVEY ALLEN JR. THE LONE BUTTE by EVA K. ANGLESBURG THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): MEDEA'S HESITATION by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS TAKE YOUR CHOICE: AND PERHAPS GELETT BURGESS by BERTON BRALEY WHEN SHE CAM BEN, SHE BOBBED by ROBERT BURNS |