WHAT can I give, O well-beloved, to thee, Whose clear, firm knock at my heart's door I heard; I, reading o'er my life's old pages, blurred Where bitter tears had fallen fast and free? For thou didst enter in and comfort me Whose soul was passion-tost and tempest-stirred, Till I grew patient as a brooding bird, And rest came down upon me, verily. What can I give thee for a guerdon meet? The utter depths and heights of love's sublime I cannot fathom, dear, I cannot climb, For sacred things to lay before thy feet: I kneel thy suppliant, and I give thee, Sweet, The right to go on giving for all time. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VASHTI by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER HIS PRAYER TO BEN JONSON by ROBERT HERRICK DESERT NIGHT by FRANCES DAVIS ADAMS SONG by MARGARET STEELE ANDERSON A CHARACTER OF SARAH HALLOWELL VAUGHAN by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD JOURNEY by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 21 by THOMAS CAMPION |