BELOVED, in the noisy city here, The thought of thee can make all turmoil cease; Around my spirit, folds thy spirit clear Its still, soft arms, and circles it with peace; There is no room for any doubt or fear In souls so overfilled with love's increase, There is no memory of the bygone year But growth in heart's and spirit's perfect ease: How hath our love, half nebulous at first, Rounded itself into a full-orbed sun! How have our lives and wills (as haply erst They were, ere this forgetfulness begun) Through all their earthly distantness outburst, And melted, like two rays of light in one! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE WRITTEN IN [THE BEGINNING OF THE YEAR] 1746 by WILLIAM COLLINS (1721-1759) A GIRL'S GARDEN by ROBERT FROST SONNET TO A NEGRO IN HARLEM by HELENE JOHNSON CALVARY by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON OF CAUTION by FRANCESCO DA BARBERINI THE ASYLUM by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |