To think of thee, to think of thee! O privilege too pure for me!— Though I could part the sacred veil Within my soul, and show thee pale Against a golden light, With long hands folded on thy breast, Like some Madonna, drawn to rest Upthrough a jasper night. To dream of thee, to dream of thee! O sweetness far too sweet for me!— To seek thy bosom like a dove, To cling about thy feet like love, What earthly dream shall dare? Let mine but hear the cushat call Through roseries thy faint foot-fall Hath silenced, like a prayer. To think of thee, to dream of thee! O ecstasy too rare for me!— Nay! Thou art but a colour through All fantasies I ever knew, Love, Love!—Or wilt thou be An odour of hid lilies in All dells of reverie I win?— O Sweet, suffice it thee! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FINE DAY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: THE UNKNOWN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS LOCKED OUT; AS TOLD TO A CHILD by ROBERT FROST THE BIRDS DO THUS by ROBERT FROST BONDAGE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |