MY love whose heart is tender said to me, 'A moon lacks light except her sun befriend her. Let us keep tryst in heaven, dear Friend,' said she, My love whose heart is tender. From such a loftiness no words could bend her: Yet still she spoke of 'us' and spoke as 'we,' Her hope substantial, while my hope grew slender. Now keeps she tryst beyond earth's utmost sea, Wholly at rest, tho' storms should toss and rend her; And still she keeps my heart and keeps its key, My love whose heart is tender. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 14 by JAMES JOYCE TO MARY UNWIN by WILLIAM COWPER ANDROMEDA by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS MY LOST YOUTH by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW REALISM by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE SPELL by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN A REGULAR GIRL by BERTON BRALEY |