WHAT tender love name can I call you by? Not that of every hour and every one; I would not take what others have begun To soil by common use; nay, I would try To lift our loving to some far-hung sky, To bear it swift beyond each blazing sun And in a demi-dark divinely spun Of silver moons, to syllable it shy. I yield to none; your mother's early way Of calling you; your name in heaven writ clear, These stand for holiness; but mine must be Other, and more: its very sound must say: "My dear, mine own, beloved utterly, My sweet, my sweet, and yet again, my dear"! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CONTRETEMPS by THOMAS HARDY MUTABILITY (2) by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE JACKDAW OF RHEIMS by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM SONNET: LEAVES by WILLIAM BARNES OF A WINNOWER OF WHEAT TO THE WINDS by JOACHIM DU BELLAY CLOUD-CLIMBING by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON HOW DO I KNOW? by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON UPON MY DEAR AND LOVING HUSBAND HIS GOING INTO ENGLAND, 1661 by ANNE BRADSTREET THE TOWERS OF PRINCETON [FROM THE TRAIN] by ROBERT BRIDGES (1858-1941) |