It was not for your heart I sought, But you, dear foolish maid, have brought Only your heart to me. Ah, that so rare a gift should be The gift I wanted not! I asked a momentary thing, But 'tis eternity you bring; And, with ingenuous eyes, You offer, as the lesser prize, This priceless offering. O what, in Love's name, shall I do, Who have both lost and captured you! You will but love me: so, Since I too cannot let you go, I can but love you too. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LEAVES FIRST by CARL PHILLIPS A HILLSIDE THAW by ROBERT FROST GOOD NIGHT by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE TRAGEDY OF VALENTINIAN: THE POWER OF LOVE by JOHN FLETCHER THE WOUND-DRESSER by WALT WHITMAN |