THIS love puts all humanity from me; I can but maledict her, pray her dead, For giving love and getting love of thee -- Feeding a heart that else mine own had fed! How much I love I know not, life not known, Save as some unit I would add love by; But this I know, my being is but thine own -- Fused from its separateness by ecstasy. And thus I grasp thy amplitudes, of her Ungrasped, though helped by nigh-regarding eyes; Canst thou then hate me as an envier Who see unrecked what I so dearly prize? Believe me, Lost One, Love is lovelier The more it shapes its moans in selfish-wise. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ECHO AND SILENCE by SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES THE BELLS OF SAN BLAS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 68 by OMAR KHAYYAM THE BUILDERS OF THE ARK by MARIA ABDY MY SHIP by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN LOVE IN THE DAWN by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE ASYLUM by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE PASSING YEAR by MATHILDE BLIND FIAMMETTA: SONNET. TO DANTE IN PARADISE by GIOVANNI BOCCACCIO |