Life serves me well, O God; let me know it more. Let me feel my happiness in my heart's red core. Good years have I lived with love in gentleness and calm, A fragrance permeates my days and soothes me as a balm Soft on my brow; so over and over I fain Must remind myself that love also means pain. Let me realize how kind to me these years, That they may comfort me when life, at last, brings tears. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HIPPOPOTAMUS by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT UPON BEN JONSON [JOHNSON] by ROBERT HERRICK THE SHADED WATER by WILLIAM GILMORE SIMMS CLIO, NINE ECLOGUES IN HONOUR OF NINE VIRTUES: 9. OF HUMILITY by WILLIAM BASSE ON THE DEATH OF ANNE BRONTE by CHARLOTTE BRONTE IN A LIBRARY by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |