Dear friend, far off, my lost desire, So far, so near in woe and weal, O loved the most, when most I feel There is a lower and a higher; Known and unknown, human, divine; Sweet human hand and lips and eye; Dear heavenly friend that canst not die, Mine, mine, for ever, ever mine; Strange friend, past, present, and to be; Loved deeplier, darklier understood; Behold, I dream a dream of good, And mingle all the world with thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BOOK OF THE LETTER, SELECTION by ABRAHAM ABULAFIA WEIGHTS AND MEASURES, BY OUR OWN TOM DALY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE SMUGGLER'S LEAP; A LEGEND OF THANET by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM TO ONE BEREFT by ETHEL KNAPP BEHRMAN TO THE HORSE BLACK EAGLE WHICH I RODE AT THE BATTLE ZAMORNA by EMILY JANE BRONTE |