I only know that every hour with you Is torture to me, and that I would be From your two piognant lovelinesses free! Rainbows, green fire, white diamonds, the fierce blue Of shimmering ice-bergs, or to be shot through With lightning or a sword incessantly -- Such things have beauty, doubtless; but to me Mist, shadow, silence -- these are lovely, too. There is no shelter in you anywhere; Rhythmic intolerable, your burning rays Trample upon me, withering my breath; I will be gone, and rid of you, I swear: To stand upon the peaks of Love always Proves but that part of Love whose name is Death. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LYSISTRATA: HYMN OF PEACE; CHORUSES OF ATHENIANS AND SPARTANS by ARISTOPHANES THE QUEEN IN FRANCE; AN ANCIENT SCOTTISH BALLAD by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN TO DR. AIKIN ON HIS COMPLAINING THAT SHE NEGLECTED HIM by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD WILD ROSES by RHODA S. BARCLAY THE BOY AND THE ANGEL by ROBERT BROWNING AN INDIAN AT THE BURIAL PLACE OF HIS FATHERS by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT CALIFORNIA HILLS by DORIS CALDWELL |