'More than my brothers are to me,' -- Let this not vex thee, noble heart! I know thee of what force thou art To hold the costliest love in fee. But thou and I are one in kind, As moulded like in Nature's mint; And hill and wood and field did print The same sweet forms in either mind. For us the same cold streamlet curl'd Thro' all his eddying coves, the same All winds that roam the twilight came In whispers of the beauteous world. At one dear knee we proffer'd vows, One lesson from one book we learn'd, Ere childhood's flaxen ringlet turn'd To black and brown on kindred brows. And so my wealth resembles thine, But he was rich where I was poor, And he supplied my want the more As his unlikeness fitted mine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CRADLE SONG by WILLIAM BLAKE SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 27 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING TWILIGHT AT THE HEIGHTS by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER FIDELIS by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER GEORGE CRABBE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |