A MILLION faces, loves, bodies, lives—a million souls, Pouring down Time— As in a dream I see, and know my own. All nations, classes, trades, ranks, temperaments, [The soldier's cap, the felon's crop, the bishop's mitre, Under the eyelids of the peasant woman, beneath the burnous of the Arab chieftain,] A million souls, yet from the rest at once distinguished—by the first glance revealed— I see, and know my own. [Nay through the ages, loved ones, true to you, Inseparable at heart I still remain, Nor doubt you for an instant, nor myself.] But here, to-day, may-be of all One only The hour, the strict Eternity of Time, Presents—and I accept. May-be the least, unworthiest as the world would say, Yet even so sufficient—for blest the hour Which brings what, else, Eternity would miss! Another day the worthiest may claim me; To-day we two alone will be the world: And Love, the Lord of all, shall dwell between us. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POSTHUMOUS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DEATH (1) by MAXWELL BODENHEIM COMPANIONS; A TALE OF A GRANDFATHER by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY A DEPOSITION FROM LOVE by THOMAS CAREW APRIL'S LAMBS by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE HEMLOCK by EMILY DICKINSON |