My godlike friend -- nay, do not stare, You think the phrase is odd-like; But God is love, the saints declare, Then surely thou art god-like. And is thy ardour still the same? And kindled still at Anna? Others may boast a partial flame, But thou art a volcano! Ev'n Wedlock asks not love beyond Death's tie-dissolving portal; But thou, omnipotently fond, May'st promise love immortal! Thy wounds such healing powers defy, Such symptoms dire attend them, That last great antihectic try -- Marriage perhaps may mend them. Sweet Anna has an air -- a grace, Divine, magnetic, touching: She talks, she charms -- but who can trace The process of bewitching? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COUNTRY SUMMER by LEONIE ADAMS ILLUSIONS by ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON FOOTSTEPS OF ANGELS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE GARDEN WHERE THERE IS NO WINTER by LOUIS JAMES BLOCK CARTOONS OF THE FRENCH REVOLUTION by STIRLING BOWEN THE MAIN DRAG by BERTON BRALEY LIFE'S FINEST THINGS by BANGS BURGESS TO THE SCHOONER CASCO, DEAR TO R.L.S. by GRACE HAZARD CONKLING |