I would in that sweet bosom be (O sweet it is and fair it is!) Where no rude wind might visit me. Because of sad austerities I would in that sweet bosom be. I would be ever in that heart (O soft I knock and soft entreat her!) Where only peace might be my part. Austerities were all the sweeter So I were ever in that heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: 42 by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY OVERTURE TO A DANCE OF LOCOMOTIVES by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 84. DHU'L JADAL WA'L IKRAM by EDWIN ARNOLD THE GREAT BLACK CROW by PHILIP JAMES BAILEY |