Show me dear Christ, thy spouse, so bright and clear. What, is it she, which on the other shore Goes richly painted? or which robbed and tore Laments and mourns in Germany and here? Sleeps, she a thousand, then peeps up one year? Is she self truth and errs? now new, now outwore? Doth she, and did she, and shall she evermore On one, on seven, or on no hill appear? Dwells she with us, or like adventuring knights First travail we seek and then make love? Betray kind husband thy spouse to our sights, And let mine amorous soul court thy mild dove, Who is most true, and pleasing to thee, then When she is embraced and open to most men. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HILL WIFE: THE OFT-REPEATED DREAM by ROBERT FROST THE CONVERGENCE OF THE TWAIN; LINES ON LOSS OF THE TITANIC by THOMAS HARDY THE GREEK AT CONSTANTINOPLE by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES SINCE THOU ART GONE by HENRY VAUGHAN AT THE GRAVE OF BURNS; SEVEN YEARS AFTER HIS DEATH by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE BALLOON MAN by JEAN M. BATCHELOR THE GLORY OF ALL ENGLAND by EDWARD WILLIAM BOK TO THE HORSE BLACK EAGLE WHICH I RODE AT THE BATTLE ZAMORNA by EMILY JANE BRONTE |