TO her the dearest, the most fair That fills my heart with light sublime, The seraph of immortal pray'r, Salute throughout immortal time! She fills my life as from the south A salt air that the sea-wind brings, And soothes my never quenchéd drouth With savour of eternal springs. A redolence that sweetens all The air in some most dear demesne, A censer that some hand lets fall To smoulder in the dark unseen. O how, unsullied love, to tell With any truth the thing thou art? A grain of musk that still doth dwell Deep-hid in my unaging heart? To her the dearest, the most fair That brings me joy and all my pow'rs, The seraph of immortal pray'r, Salute throughout immortal hours! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE IMAGE OF GOD by FRANCISCO DE ALDANA A SCHOOL ECLOGUE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD AMBITION by MILDRED TELFORD BARNWELL SPRING NIGHT by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE COMING OF LOVE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT ON THE DEATH OF COMMODORE OLIVER H. PERRY by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |