THOU art my Love, and I alway, That nothing rueful thee dismay, My every waking thought intend From this beginning to the end; And in my sleep I dream of thee, That unto me thou linked art, And we are sailing, thou and I, To watch the silver fishes fly, The stars uncounted in the sky, And that great floorway of the sea. Then come with me if thou wouldst know A summer that will never go, Flowers unfading and the tune Of sheepbells wandering in June. And I will conjure till these seem Such part of elfin land to thee, That backed on swallows thou shalt fly And chase the thistle floating by, And ride on moonbeams through the sky, To rob dark night of ecstasy. I am a world devoted quite, That lives but when thou'rt in my sight: Ah! Dwell in me, and I will try To make thee happy till I die! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY COMFORTER by EMILY JANE BRONTE ON HEARING A LITTLE MUSIC-BOX by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT PICTURE-SHOW by SIEGFRIED SASSOON THE WINDOW; OR, THE SONG OF THE WRENS: THE LETTER by ALFRED TENNYSON |