WERE beauty mine, Beloved, I would bring it Like a rare blossom to Love's glowing shrine; Were dear youth mine, Beloved, I would fling it Like a rich pearl into Love's lustrous wine. Were greatness mine, Beloved, I would offer Such radiant gifts of glory and of fame, Like camphor and like curds to pour and proffer Before Love's bright and sacrificial flame. But I have naught save my heart's deathless passion That craves no recompense divinely sweet, Content to wait in proud and lowly fashion, And kiss the shadow of Love's passing feet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EVENING SONG OF THE THOUGHTFUL CHILD by KATHERINE MANSFIELD VARIATIONS: 17 by CONRAD AIKEN THE QUALITY OF COURAGE by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET GETHSEMANE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO RIDGELY TORRENCE - PLAYWRIGHT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO OUR MOCKING-BIRD; DIED OF A CAT, MAY, 1878 by SIDNEY LANIER EPITAPH IN A CHURCH-YARD IN CHARLESTON, SOUTH CAROLINA by AMY LOWELL |