"And dost thou love me not a whit the less: And is thy heart as tremulous as of yore; And do thine eyes mirror the wonderfulness; And do thy lips retain their magic lore?" What, Sweet, can these things be, ev'n in thy thought, And I so briefly gone, so swiftly come? Nay, if the pulse of life its beat forgot This speaking heart would not thereby be dumb. I love thee, love thee so, O beautiful Hell That dost consume heart, brain, nerves; body, soul That even my immortal birthright I would sell Were Heaven to choose, or Thee, as my one goal. Sweet love fulfilled, they say, the common lot! He who speaks thus; of real love knoweth not. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: OAKS TUTT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TWO PROMENADES SENTIMENTALES: 1. RAIN by EDITH SITWELL ON SENESIS' MUMMY by LEONIE ADAMS THE CONFESSION by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 39 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 34. REMINDING HER OF A PROMISE (4) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |