SOMETIMES I fain would find in thee some fault, That I might love thee still in spite of it: Yet how should our Lord Love curtail one whit Thy perfect praise whom most he would exalt? Alas! he can but make my heart's low vault Even in men's sight unworthier, being lit By thee, who thereby show'st more exquisite Like fiery chrysoprase in deep basalt. Yet will I nowise shrink; but at Love's shrine Myself within the beams his brow doth dart Will set the flashing jewel of thy heart In that dull chamber where it deigns to shine: For lo! in honour of thine excellencies My heart takes pride to show how poor it is. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RAILWAY TRAIN by EMILY DICKINSON FATHER O'FLYNN by ALFRED PERCEVAL GRAVES SHUT OUT THAT MOON by THOMAS HARDY THE PAUPER'S DRIVE by THOMAS NOEL THE DEAR PRESIDENT by JOHN JAMES PIATT SHERIDAN'S RIDE [DECEMBER 19, 1864] by THOMAS BUCHANAN READ |