Thy many weary years were not too long As preparation for the coming dower Of love,—God's own unsearchable white flower Which now thou hast; thou hast it in this song. The weary waiting years of tedious wrong Wrought in thee thine intenser passion-power, And now I loving sing beside thy bower,— Myself through equal suffering purged and strong. And so we meet. Thou art ready now to bear The burning love-god's passionate embrace:— Love, long from thee withheld, is doubly fair; Sweeter is love, and sweeter is thy face To love for thy lone hill-top's icy air And all thy patient running of life's race. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SMILE AS SMALL AS MINE by EMILY DICKINSON THE IRISH RAPPAREES; A PEASANT BALLAD OF 1691 by CHARLES GAVAN DUFFY ANNIVERSARIUM BAPTISMI (5) by JOSEPH BEAUMONT COMPANIONSHIP AT NIGHT by AGNES STEWART BECK |