NOW when I am near to you, dear friend, Passing out of myself, being delivered— Through those eyes and lips and hands, so loved, so ardently loved, I am become free; In the sound of your voice I dwell As in a world defended from evil. What I am accounted by the world to be—all that I leave behind: It is nothing to me any longer. Like one who leaves a house with all its mouldy old furniture and pitches his camp under heaven's blue, So I take up my abode in your presence— I find my deliverance in you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ABRAHAM LINCOLN WALKS AT MIDNIGHT by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY TO LUCASTA, [ON] GOING BEYOND THE SEAS by RICHARD LOVELACE THE THROSTLE by ALFRED TENNYSON COME HOME by WILLIAM HERVEY ALLEN JR. TO MY READERS by ALEXANDER ANDERSON THE WIDOW OF GLENCOE by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN WILD WEATHER by KATHARINE LEE BATES |