Of my one pearl so much more joy I gain As he that to his sole desire is sworn, Indifferent what women more were born, And if she loved him not all love were vain, Gains more, because of her--yea, through all pain, All love and sorrows, were they two forlorn-- Than whoso happiest in the lands of morn Mingles his heart amid a wifely train. Oh! Child and mother, darling! Mother and child! And who but we? We, darling, paired alone? Thou hast all thy mother; thou art all my own. That passion of maternity which sweeps Tideless 'neath where the heaven of thee hath smiled Has but one channel, therefore infinite deeps. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ESTRANGEMENT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON AGAINST HOPE by ABRAHAM COWLEY A VALEDICTION: OF WEEPING by JOHN DONNE EPITAPH ON S.P., A CHILD OF QUEEN ELIZABETH'S CHAPEL by BEN JONSON THE RESIGNATION by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |