Oh, though the wife be close by day, by night, And though the husband gaze within her eyes, And though his hand upon her bosom lies, And though her body wonderful and white Be spread before him for a common sight, And though her passive lips towards his lips rise,— Love round about the sleepers mocking flies And flashes laughter from his glances bright! Not all these things shall hold her.—Lo! one calls, And wrapped in silent cloak anigh the door She stands,—and the soft moon-rays round her pour; Now, close beside, her lover's footstep falls, And towards the lakeside bower they wend their way: "Passion's sweet God be with them both!" I say. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BUT NOW by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOMESDAY BOOK: LOVERIDGE CHASE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DOMESDAY BOOK: THE CONVENT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE VOLUNTEER by HERBERT HENRY ASQUITH FIVE KERNELS OF CORN [APRIL, 1622] by HEZEKIAH BUTTERWORTH SECOND OPINION by STEPHEN CUSHMAN THE MAD GARDENER'S SONG by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON |