The kiss is maypole where my seven Happiest sins truss me to the rod: The lightning cracks my face of heaven When he leans down, when he leans down like a diver Out of his breast's cloud. The flammenwerfer and the fish And also I acknowledge him creator. Between his horizon of arms measures my wish, My mirage of marriage that, one moment later, Comes true in a flash. O at your work you patient hundred thousand With the hammer, the hour and the pen, His harder labour is love. He has emblazoned Everything, overnight everything has blossomed With Love again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON FINDING A FAN by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE CANONIZATION by JOHN DONNE ECHOES: 7 by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY THE COMING OF GOOD LUCK by ROBERT HERRICK THE LOVER COMFORTETH HIMSELF WITH THE WORTHINESS OF HIS LOVE by HENRY HOWARD |