O Love, my love, and perfect bliss! God in his goodness grant me this— I see thee soon again. Nought else I need to take away The grief that for thy sake alway Doth keep me in great pain. Alas, I know not what to do, Nor how to get good news and true: Dear God, I pray to Thee; If else Thou canst not comfort me, Of Thy great mercy make that he Send speedy news to me. Within my father's garden walls There is a tree—when April falls It blossometh alway. There wend I oft in winter drear, Yes, and in spring, the winds to hear, The sweet winds at their play. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 23 by JAMES JOYCE THE RIGHTS OF WOMAN by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD I COULD TAKE by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE BLIND by EDGAR LEE MASTERS UNDER A PATCHED SAIL by MARIANNE MOORE WHAT DOES A WOMAN WANT? by KAREN SWENSON |