Doubt Me! My Dim Companion! Why, God, would be content With but a fraction of the Life - Poured thee, without a stint - The whole of me - forever - What more the Woman can, Say quick, that I may dower thee With last Delight I own! It cannot be my Spirit - For that was thine, before - I ceded all of Dust I knew - What Opulence the more Had I - a freckled Maiden, Whose farthest of Degree, Was - that she might - Some distant Heaven, Dwell timidly, with thee! Sift her, from Brow to Barefoot! Strain till your last Surmise - Drop, like a Tapestry, away, Before the Fire's Eyes - Winnow her finest fondness - But hallow just the snow Intact, in Everlasting flake - Oh, Caviler, for you! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PICKET-GUARD [NOVEMBER, 1861] by ETHEL LYNN BEERS CROSSING THE BAR by ALFRED TENNYSON SONGS OF LABOR: DEDICATION by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER IMPROMPTU by FRANCOIS JOACHIM DE PIERRE DE BERNIS PSALM 84 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |