Now she has gone on this dark pilgrimage ... Her dancing feet have their sunny slope To wander through a place where flesh must grope With agony and death ... alone to wage This conflict ... even love cannot assuage The burning fangs of Pain, that misanthrope, Her enemy, with whom I may not cope; Who will not take @3my@1 body as hostage For her release -- not even one racked hour ... Will she return, bearing the precious fruit Of love-sown seed that bore our rapture's flower ... @3Or not return?@1 God, this is a moment to confute The works of nature, all the ways thereof ... @3Oh armor her with the strong shield of my love.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE GARDEN AT THE DAWN HOUR by EDGAR LEE MASTERS GLASS HOUSES by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE SHADES OF NIGHT by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN SYMPHONY IN YELLOW by OSCAR WILDE A BALLADE OF LAWN TENNIS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS PSALM 67 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE OLIVER'S ADVICE by WILLIAM BLACKER |