ASK nothing more of me sweet, All I can give you I give Heart of my heart, were it more. More would be laid at your feet: Love that should help you to live, Song that should spur you to soar. All things were nothing to give Once to have sense of you more, Touch you and taste of you sweet, Think you and breathe you and live, Swept of your wings as they soar, Trodden by chance of your feet. I that have love and no more Give you but love of you, sweet: He that hath more, let him give; He that hath wings, let him soar; Mine is the heart at your feet Here, that must love you to live. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BREAK, BREAK, BREAK by ALFRED TENNYSON IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 2 by ALFRED TENNYSON MASSACHUSETTS TO VIRGINIA by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE SICK KING IN BOKHARA by MATTHEW ARNOLD NIGHTINGALE AND CUCKOO by ALFRED AUSTIN PSALM 147 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |