HEAVEN is mirrored, Love, deep in thine eyes, Soft falls its shimmering light upon thy face; Tell me, Beloved, is this Paradise, Or but Love's bower in some deep-sheltered place? Is that God's burning bush that now appears, Or but the sunlight slanting through the trees? Is that sweet song the music of the spheres, Or but the deep andante of the breeze? Are we blest spirits of some glad new birth Floating at last in God's eternity? Or art thou, Love, still but a man on earth, And I a woman clinging close to thee? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONGS FOR MY MOTHER: 2. HER HANDS by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH CATTLE SHOW by CHRISTOPHER MURRAY GRIEVE THE FORERUNNERS by GEORGE HERBERT THE OLD CHURCHYARD OF BONCHURCH by PHILIP BOURKE MARSTON MNEMOSYNE by TRUMBULL STICKNEY |