LOVE, see thy lover humbled at thy feet, Not in servility, but homage sweet, Gladly inclined: -- and with my bended knee Think that my inward spirit bows to thee -- More proud indeed than when I stand or climb Elsewhere: -- there is no statue so sublime As Love's in all the world, and e'en to kiss The pedestal is still a better bliss Than all ambitions. O! Love's lowest base Is far above the reaching of disgrace To shame this posture. Let me then draw nigh Feet that have fared so nearly to the sky, And when this duteous homage has been given I will rise up and clasp the heart in Heaven. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEGY WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD by THOMAS GRAY THE FORERUNNERS by GEORGE HERBERT TO PRIMROSES FILLED WITH MORNING DEW by ROBERT HERRICK ANOTHER SPRING by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI ON THE MOOR by ROBERT ADAMSON (1832-) EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 38. NO PERJURY IN LOVE by PHILIP AYRES |