FOR her who loves a God, all hope must die Of sweet familiar joys, that daily move A woman's soul; of gentle cares, that prove Her free devotion; of the answering eye, Where speaks the heart, and hears each mute reply: Yes, these and more she lacks; yet far above That earthly home, expands her heaven of love, And he she worships glows in sea and sky. She whom the Sun has wooed -- for whom his rays Have shone but once, unclouded -- well may wait Through blackest night; her hope is one with fate: Let me behold thee, Zeus! Dispel the haze That shields too tenderly my mortal sight: If life be darkness, let it cease in light. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OUR LORD AND OUR LADY by HILAIRE BELLOC ODE: THE MEDITERRANEAN by GEORGE SANTAYANA A PROBLEM IN AESTHETICS by KAREN SWENSON OFFICE PARTY: DISTAFF VIEW by KAREN SWENSON THE METROPOLITAN TOWER by SARA TEASDALE |