THOU art mine, thou hast given thy word; Close, close in my arms thou art clinging; Alone for my ear thou art singing A song which no stranger hath heard: But afar from me yet, like a bird, Thy soul, in some region unstirred, On its mystical circuit is winging. Thou art mine, I have made thee mine own; Henceforth we are mingled forever: But in vain, all in vain, I endeavor -- Though round thee my garlands are thrown, And thou yieldest thy lips and thy zone -- To master the spell that alone My hold on thy being can sever. Thou art mine, thou hast come unto me! But thy soul, when I strive to be near it -- The innermost fold of thy spirit -- Is as far from my grasp, is as free, As the stars from the mountain-tops be, As the pearl, in the depths of the sea, From the portionless king that would wear it. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN A GARDEN by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE EASTER DAY [IN ROME] by OSCAR WILDE LORD FINCHLEY by HILAIRE BELLOC WE GATHER BACK by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE THE CITY: 1. VILLAGE FANTASY - THE QUEST by STIRLING BOWEN THE DRYAD by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN |