WHAT Name of Comfort can returne My Heart to mee! Deare Freind in Thee My life is dead, my Joy doth mourne. O @3Jonathan,@1 my Reverend Mother, (Though fertile Shee,) Ne'r blessed Mee With halfe so sweet & deare a Brother. Delicious, Freind, wert Thou to Mee; @3Engaddies@1 Bed Did never spread Perfumes so rich & sweet as Thee. Thy love to Mee, my @3Jonathan,@1 (Heart spare to break Before I speak) Thy love knew no Comparison. Weak Woman's Love, esteem'd wth thine, Though stout before, Grew faint & poore; Thy Love, as Thou, was Masculine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN: THE FIRST DAY: PRELUDE. THE WAYSIDE INN by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SONNET: 71 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE INDIAN SERENADE by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY A FORSAKEN GARDEN by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE CITY OF ORGIES by WALT WHITMAN |