NOT that within thy beauteous bosom heaves A heart to comprehend or answer mine, Not that our 'kindred' souls united twine In that soft thread of sympathy which weaves The web of blessed affection, are these leaves,— Perhaps an unprized offering,—at thy shrine Presented; but in token that though thine May change or cool, my spirit clings and cleaves To what it once hath cherished, though in vain: And thus delights to mingle with the strain With which I soothed too many a tedious hour Which kept me from thy then inviting arms, Some tribute to those soul-subduing charms Of which—@3alas, have I@1 NOT @3felt the power?@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LABORS OF HERCULES by MARIANNE MOORE AN OLD SWEETHEART [OF MINE] by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY CURFEW MUST NOT RING TONIGHT by ROSE HARTWICK THORPE MISTS by WILLIMINA L. ARMSTRONG SUNRISE AND SUNSET: 2. SUNSET by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) YOU, WHO HAVE SONS TO SPARE! by L. ALLEN BECK A GIRL'S SONG ON HER LOVER, PAIDIN RUADH by CHARLES BEWLEY |