When I ponder love and glean every depth The height of my desire is but to drink And draw its sweetness and fragrance; then sink Into wonder, overcome by its breadth, Lulled into ecstasy by a mere breath. Love stints not the riches that store the soul, But brings a sweeter pain in place of old -- I pray to hold the vastness of its depth. Oh! let me live and in a closer way Learn to know the true loveliness of life; The eternal pulse of this thing called love, A passion that will last not for a day, But through long, soul-stretched years of endless strife, Till the call comes from the abode above. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DECEPTION PASS; FOR JUDY AND MARK KAWASAKI by KAREN SWENSON THE POPPY-LAND EXPRESS by EDGAR WADE ABBOT AN ANSWER TO THE PARSON by WILLIAM BLAKE THE BLIND BOY by COLLEY CIBBER GERANIUMS by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON THAT NATURE IS A HERACLITEAN FIRE & OF THE COMFORT OF THE RESURRECTION by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 105 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI IDYLLS OF THE KING: THE PASSING OF ARTHUR by ALFRED TENNYSON |