SINCE thou wouldst have me show In what sweet way our love appears to me, Think of sweet ways, the sweetest that can be, And thou may'st partly dream, but canst not know: For out of heaven no bliss -- Disshadowed lies, like this, Therefore similitudes thou must forego. Thou seem'st myself's lost part, That hath, in a new compact, dearer close; And if that thou shouldst take a broken rose And fit the leaves again about the heart, That mended flower would be A poor, faint sign to thee Of how one's self about the other grows. Think of the sun and dew Walled in some little house of leaves from sight, Each from the other taking, giving light, And interpenetrated through and through; Feeding, and fed upon -- All given, and nothing gone, And thou art still as far as day from night. Sweeter than honey-comb To little hungry bees, when rude winds blow; Brighter than wayside window-lights that glow Through the cold rain, to one that has no home; But out of heaven, no bliss Disshadowed lies, like this, -- Therefore similitudes thou must forego. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LAST WORDS TO A DUMB FRIEND by THOMAS HARDY GEORGE WASHINGTON by JOHN HALL INGHAM BOATS IN A FOG by ROBINSON JEFFERS HOPE AND FEAR by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE A PRAYER FOR THE NEW YEAR by LAURA F. ARMITAGE SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 27. ENGLAND by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) ANTHEM FOR THE CHILDREN OF CHRIST'S HOSPITAL by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |