The things that are mine, are mine, You can not take them away: Things like the hush of dreaming night, The brilliance of sun-swept day. All of your bicker and strife, The clash of your angry words, Deafens me not to the river's song, The music of mating birds. O, you can wound me, I know, Cripple my body with pain: When you have scourged and crucified, What at the end is your gain? The things that are mine, are mine, You can not take them away: Unto Death, my lord, I shall render my gifts At the quiet close of day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SUPPLICATION by JOSEPH SEAMON COTTER JR. THE LITANY: 10. THE MARTYRS by JOHN DONNE HOMAGE TO QUINTUS SEPTIMIUS FLORENTIS CHRISTIANUS (1) by ANYTE EPIGRAM by DECIMUS MAGNUS AUSONIUS PROLOGUE TO DRAMA ..... ANNIVERSARY OF CARRS' MARRIAGE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |