I LOVE thee! Oh, the strife, the pain, The fiery thoughts that through me roll! I love thee! Look -- again, again! O stars! that thou couldst read my soul: I would thy bright bright eye could pierce The crimson folds that hide my heart; Then wouldst thou find the serpent fierce That stings me -- and will @3not@1 depart! Look love upon me, with thine eyes! Yet, no -- men's evil tongues are nigh: Look pity, then, and with thy sighs Waste music on me -- till I die! Yet, love not! sigh not! Turn (thou @3must@1) Thy beauty from me, sweet and kind; 'T is fit that I should burn to dust -- To death: because -- I am not blind! I love thee -- and I live! The moon Who sees me from her calm above, The wind who weaves her dim soft tune About me, know how @3much@1 I love! Naught else, save night and the lonely hour, E'er heard my passion wild and strong; Even @3thou@1 yet deem'st not of thy power, Unless -- thou readst aright my song! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INFERENTIAL by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE RESURRECTION by JONATHAN HENDERSON BROOKS FATI VALET HORA BENIGNI by SAMUEL BISHOP CEDARS OF LEBANON AT WARWICK CASTLE by MATHILDE BLIND SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 24 by BLISS CARMAN |