Not less than this, beloved, This beaming, highmost ray That sweeps in royal splendor Across our perfect day. Not less than this,—far rather That we should say "adieu," With every rose in Eden Abloom for me and you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FROM THE SHORE by CARL SANDBURG KEARNY AT SEVEN PINES [MAY 31, 1862] by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN THE BROTHERS OF BIRCHINGTON; A LAY OF ST. THOMAS A BECKET by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM THE COMPLAINT by JOSEPH BEAUMONT TWILIGHT TIME by ANNA MCINTOSH BEVILLE WE HAVE DREAMED TOO MUCH OF GOLD by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |