HAVE I now found an angel in Unrest, That wakeful Love is more desired than sleep: Though you seem calm and gentle, you shall show The force of this strong love in me so deep. Yes, I will make you, though you seem so calm, Look from your blue eyes that divinest joy As was in Juno's, when she made great Jove Forget the war and half his heaven in Troy. And I will press your lips until they mix With my poor quality their richer wine: Be my Parnassus now, and grow more green Each upward step towards your top divine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN HARDWOOD GROVES by ROBERT FROST THE LAST LANDLORD by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN DEATH IN A BALL-ROOM by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: THE LAST REMONSTRANCE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |