New-dated from the terms that reappear, More sweet-familiar grows my love to thee, And still thou bind'st me to fresh fealty With long-superfluous ties, for nothing here Nor elsewhere can thy sweetness unendear. This is my park, my pleasaunce; this to me As public is my greater privacy, All mine, yet common to my every peer. Those charms accepted of my inmost thought, The towers musical, quiet-walled grove, The window-circles, these may all be sought By other eyes, and other suitors move, And all like me may boast, impeached not, Their special-general title to thy love. Thus, I come underneath this chapel-side, So that the mason's levels, courses, all The vigorous horizontals, each way fall In bows above my head, as falsified By visual compulsion, till I hide The steep-up roof at last behind the small Eclipsing parapet; yet above the wall The sumptuous ridge-crest leave to poise and ride. None besides me this bye-ways beauty try. Or if they try it, I am happier then: The shapen flags and drilled holes of sky, Just seen, may be to many unknown men The one peculiar of their pleasured eye, And I have only set the same to pen. As Devonshire letters, earlier in the year Than we in the East dare look for buds, disclose Smells that are sweeter-memoried than the rose, And pressed violets in the folds appear, So is it with my friends, I note, to hear News from Belleisle, even such a sweetness blows (I know it, knowing not) across from those Meadows to them inexplicably dear. 'As when a soul laments, which hath been blest' -- I'll cite no further what the initiate know. I never saw those fields whereon their best And undivulged love does overflow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN HARDWOOD GROVES by ROBERT FROST MILES KEOGH'S HORSE by JOHN MILTON HAY HUGH SELWYN MAUBERLEY: 5 by EZRA POUND YOUTH'S SONGS by MAXWELL ANDERSON PARODY OF A SHROPSHIRE LAD by HENRY MAXIMILIAN BEERBOHM HOW THE WINNING FOUR WEST HOME by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |