O HEART of hearts, the chalice of love's fire, Hid round with flowers and all the bounty of bloom. O wonderful and perfect heart for whom The lyrist liberty made life a lyre; O heavenly heart at whose most dear desire Dead love, living and singing, cleft his tomb, And with him risen and regent in death's room All day thy choral palses rang full choir; O heart whose beating blood was running song, O sole thing sweeter than thine own songs were, Help us for thy free love's sake to be free. True for thy truth's sake, for thy strength's sake strong, Till very liberty make clean and fair The nursing earth as the sepulchral sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A PICTURE AT NEWSTEAD by MATTHEW ARNOLD EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 16. CUPID HIMSELF STUNG by PHILIP AYRES THE BOAST OF THE TIDES by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE WOUNDED VULTURE by ANNE CHARLOTTE LYNCH BOTTA THE HEBREW MIND by M. L. R. BRESLAR DELIVERANCE by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB |