ALTHOUGH I dare to say My heart untarnished is from day to day, 'Tis not, O Love, that any strength of mine Has kept all white the shrine. But as I now look back Across the years that span the weary track, All the dear deeds I ever strove to do Were done because of you. All the white thoughts I had Were but pure flowers, one day to make you glad; Every improving act, each little grace, Humbly, dear one, I trace Back to my hope of you, Long, long before your wondrous face I knew. Ah! your white coming, silent and unseen, Made me and kept me clean! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOWN THE MISSISSIPPI: 4. THE MOON'S ORCHESTRA by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER HARVARD DECLARES WAR by BRENT DOW ALLINSON I HAVE SEEN by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS THE COMPLAINT OF CHASTITIE by RICHARD BARNFIELD LIFE'S PATTERN by VERDA BORISFIELD TO WILL D'AVENANT, MY FRIEND, UPON HIS POEM, 'MADAGASCAR' by THOMAS CAREW |