O LOVE! of all the riches that are mine, What gift have I withheld before thy shrine? What tender ecstasy of prayer and praise Or lyric flower of my impassioned days? What poignant dream have I denied to thee Of secret hope, desire and memory; Or intimate anguish of sad years, long dead, Old griefs unstaunched, old fears uncomforted? What radiant prophecies that thrill and throng The unborn years with swift delight of song? O Love! of all the treasures that I own, What gift have I withheld before thy throne? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SITTING by CECIL DAY LEWIS HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 12 by EZRA POUND A MILLION YOUNG WORKMEN, 1915 by CARL SANDBURG STREET WINDOW by CARL SANDBURG THE LAWYERS KNOW TOO MUCH by CARL SANDBURG |