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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET, by KATHARINE REBECCA ADAMS First Line: There are a thousand things, my very dear Last Line: My life itself and my eternity. | |||
There are a thousand things, my very dear, My heart cries out for me to say to you; And yet our love is all so strange and new, I scarce can speak at all when you are near. So very thoroughly have all things here Been metamorphosed since the night I knew That you were mine and all my dreams were true, I am not sure that I am I, my dear. And so, Beloved, if I leave unsaid The things that you had hoped to hear from me, -- If I but press your fingers close instead Or lay my cheek against your dear dark head, -- Remember this one thing: You are to me My life itself and my Eternity. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ISAIAH, JEREMIAH, EXEKIEL, DANIEL by MARIANNE MOORE EASTER 1916 by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE SECOND MOTHERHOOD by ST. CLAIR ADAMS DUNCTON HILL by HILAIRE BELLOC A SUNSET FANCY by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |
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