This tender Psyche-service of thee, sweet, Brings thee the nearer. Whiter is thy heart, Purer thy being in its every part: Towards me thou comest now with bird-swift feet. Thou hast endured the labour and the heat; Rest now beneath the shadow of my Art! No longer, rose, thy straggling tendrils dart On all sides, searching for some soft retreat! My Art is unto thee thy God-sent bower, And thou within it art the gracious rose, Its one presiding ever-present flower. Lo! Art above thee her green mantle throws: Wait,—tarry patient for one mortal hour; Then, ever safe within my arms repose! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FANCY IN NUBIBUS; OR, THE POET IN THE CLOUDS by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE CHARGE OF THE HEAVY BRIGADE AT BALACLAVA: THE CHARGE by ALFRED TENNYSON SIR W. TRELOAR'S DINNER FOR CRIPPLED CHILDREN by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN ELEGY ON A LADY, WHOM GRIEF FOR THE DEATH OF HER BETHROTHED KILLED by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES SORROW AND JOY by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES |