You love me, only me. Do I not know? If I were gone your life would be no more Than his who, hungering on a rocky shore, Shipwrecked, alone, observes the ebb and flow Of hopeless ocean widening forth below, And is remembering all that was before. Dear, I believe it, at your strong heart's core I am the life; no need to tell me so. And yet--Ah, husband, though I be more fair, More worth your love, and though you loved her not, (Else must you have some different, deeper name For loving me), dimly I seem aware, As though you conned old stories long forgot, Those days are with you--hers--before I came. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEGY: THE GHOST WHOSE LIPS WERE WARM; FOR GEOFFREY GORER by EDITH SITWELL A GOODNIGHT by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE ONE LOST by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE LAST LANDLORD by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 9 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING PARLEYINGS WITH CERTAIN PEOPLE OF IMPORTANCE: FUST AND FRIENDS by ROBERT BROWNING THE LANGUAGE OF THE EYES by EDWARD GEORGE EARLE LYTTON BULWER-LYTTON |