Wonderful creatures! Why must I call you bride and mother? Curst be the idle mockery and fashion lie of such names! Be delight unto me rather! Joy at the encounter! Sorrow at the ends of things! Be to me deeds of compassion: Have these for name, none other. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHISPERS OF HEAVENLY DEATH by WALT WHITMAN CHELSEA by LILLIAN M. (PETTES) AINSWORTH YESTERDAY by DIMP MILLIKIN CLEVENGER REBELLION by HELEN WIEAND COLE CONTENTATION; DIRECTED TO IZAAK WALTON by CHARLES COTTON |