MY love, despise not love in your high thought; For see what weakness finds the power to do Here in my failing heart for love of you, And how my bruised, feeble hand hath brought Here to your feet the treasure that you sought, Warm from the furnace of a passion true; 'Twas perfect love made all my spirit new, And helped me to accept the task you taught. Oh, doubt not! all the wisdom of the soul Grows wiser in love's light, and stronger still The sweet, fierce strength of high and holy will, To be and bear and brave the very whole: -- Ay, love doth aid the dauntless to fulfil; And holds his compass steady to the pole. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WORD-PORTRAITS: THE DESCRIPTION OF SIR GEOFFREY CHAUCER by ROBERT GREENE AGAINST QUARRELLING AND FIGHTING by ISAAC WATTS CONTENT; WRITTEN OFF ITHACA by ALFRED AUSTIN BRUCE: HOW THE BRUCE CROSSED LOCH LOMOND by JOHN BARBOUR REASONABLE MELANCHOLY by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE LOOSED DRYAD by WILLIAM ROSE BENET PSALM 19 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |