All that I know of love I learnt of you, And I know all that lover ever knew, Since, passionately loving to be loved, The subtlety of your wise body moved My senses to a curiosity, And your wise heart adorned itself for me. Did you not teach me how to love you, how To win you, how to suffer for you now, Since you have made, as long as life endures, My very nerves, my very senses, yours? I suffer for you now with that same skill Of self-consuming ecstasy, whose thrill (May Death some day the thought of it remove!) You gathered from the very hands of Love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BUCOLIC COMEDY: THE BEAR by EDITH SITWELL CITY VIGNETTE: DUSK by SARA TEASDALE THE LITTLE ELF-MAN by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS A NORTHERN SUBURB by JOHN DAVIDSON FORERUNNERS by RALPH WALDO EMERSON SATIRES OF CIRCUMSTANCE: 3. BY HER AUNT'S GRAVE by THOMAS HARDY |