BID me no more to other eyes With wandering worship fare, And weave my numbers garland-wise To crown another's hair. On me no more a mandate lay Thou wouldst not have me to obey! Bid me no more to leave unkissed That rose-wreathed porch of pearl. Shall I, where'er the winds may list, Give them my life to whirl? Perchance too late thou wilt be fain Thy exile to recall -- in vain. Bid me no more from thee depart, For in thy voice to-day I hear the tremor of thy heart Entreating me to stay; I hear . . . nay, silence tells it best, O yielded lips, O captive breast! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON TALK OF PEACE AT THIS TIME by ROBERT FROST FICTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE MAN WITH THE HOE OUTWITTED by EDWIN MARKHAM THE AGONY [AGONIE] by GEORGE HERBERT SEVEN TIMES ONE [- CHILDHOOD. EXULTATION] by JEAN INGELOW INSPIRATION by SAMUEL JOHNSON (1822-1882) |