Give me thy kiss, Juliet, give me thy kiss! I with my body worship thee and vow Such service to thy needs as man can do. I ask no nobler servitude than this. Am I not thine, the bondsman of thy love, Whom thou hast bought and ransomed with a price, And therefore worthy to be ranked above The very stars that in the heavens move? And, Juliet, since I thus am one with you, And kinglier than Plantagenet or Guelph, What price were meet for my high mightiness? What gold of joy, what hope, what heavenly pelf Hast thou to give? Nay, sweetest, give thyself. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BASE OF ALL METAPHYSICS by WALT WHITMAN ODES: BOOK 1. ODE 1. PREFACE by MARK AKENSIDE ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 11. ON LOVE - TO A FRIEND by MARK AKENSIDE URANIA; THE WOMAN IN THE MOON: THE FIRST CANTO, OR NEW MOON by WILLIAM BASSE |