Nay, would'st thou know her? let thine hid heart declare Thine own most loved, most fair; Call the dear dream, and from thy best divine Dimly that best of mine; List the still voice when votive Memory sings Untold and holy things. Remember how she looked that very day Which stole thy soul away; Think in her soft eyes what a glory grew When love's first word was new. Ah, friend, and was she lovely? seemed she then The light and life of men? Seemed she a creature from high heaven come down For thine eternal crown surely and know it well, Without her heaven were hell. And her one heart, whate'er God's heaven may be. Were heaven enough for thee? Friend, if such life hath beat thy breast within. We have loved, we are akin. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A TOWN WINDOW by JOHN DRINKWATER MELANCHOLY by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS VELLEN THE TREE by WILLIAM BARNES THE LAST MAN: SPEAKER'S MEANING DIMLY DESCRIBED by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE OLD MAN'S COUNSEL by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT MASQUE AT THE MARRIAGE OF THE EARL OF SOMERSET: SONG (1) by THOMAS CAMPION |