@2O@1 SWEET to hear thy name on friendly tongue,— But sweeter far to hear thee utter mine! O joy to enter memory's secret shrine And find thee thronéd sovereign saint among All hopes and honours I have sought or sung;— But greater joy to see the image shine Of my sole self within thy tender eyne, And lose the years, and share thy spirit young! If this be selfish, dear, or selfish seem, Let me confess my fault, and bear correction;— And yet from penance may this plea redeem: My name I love not, but as thou dost call, Nor my presentment save in one reflection, For thou art Love, and loved, and lover all. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ITALIAN PICTURES: THE COSTA SAN GIORGIO by MINA LOY OCTAVES: 12 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON A MAN'S REQUIREMENTS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING A SUNRISE SONG by SIDNEY LANIER AN ODE IN TIME OF HESITATION by WILLIAM VAUGHN MOODY |