I THERE is no one beside thee and no one above thee, Thou standest alone as the nightingale sings! And my words that would praise thee are impotent things, For none can express thee though all should approve thee. I love thee so, Dear, that I only can love thee. II Say, what can I do for thee? weary thee, grieve thee? Lean on thy shoulder, new burdens to add? Weep my tears over thee, making thee sad? Oh, hold me not -- love me not! let me retrieve thee. I love thee so, Dear, that I only can leave thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 1 by GAIUS VALERIUS CATULLUS THE WRECK OF THE DEUTSCHLAND by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS HE WROTE THE HISTORY BOOK,' IT SAID by MARIANNE MOORE LEGENDARY LIGHTS by ALTER ABELSON MARY MAGDALEN by BARTOLOME LEONARDO DE ARGENSOLA CHARACTERS: MRS. FENTON by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |