Long I waited, wondering How, so near my heart, Love another life could bring, Made of mine a part, Nor let me, save in fancy, gaze Soul-centered, on thy cloistered face! But now, the mystery removed, Thou liest on my breast, A form so fervently beloved, So tenderly caressed, That as my spirit compassed thine, Thy soul the limit seems of mine. So, life that vanishes anon, Perchance about us lies, Too near for Love to look upon With unanointed eyes, Till, past the interval of pain, We clasp the living form again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD: PASTORAL 3. THE HAPPY COUNTRYMAN by NICHOLAS BRETON THE COMMON LOT by JAMES MONTGOMERY AGAMEMNON: CHORUS by AESCHYLUS TIRESOME SPRING by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER THE CALL TO ARMS by CARL JOHN BOSTELMANN FRIENDSHIP by MARIA GOWEN BROOKS HOLY COMMUNION by ADA CAMBRIDGE TO LESBIA (2) by GAIUS VALERIUS CATULLUS A FRAGMENT FOUND IN A LECTURE-ROOM by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |