Not less than this, beloved, This beaming, highmost ray That sweeps in royal splendor Across our perfect day. Not less than this,—far rather That we should say "adieu," With every rose in Eden Abloom for me and you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FLAME LIGHTS UP by DAVID IGNATOW BEFORE A PAINTING by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON CRITIC AND POET by EMMA LAZARUS |