To know, to esteem, to love -- and then to part, Makes up life's tale to many a feeling heart! O for some dear abiding-place of Love, O'er which my spirit, like the mother dove, Might brood with warming wings! -- O fair as kind, Were but one sisterhood with you combined (Your very image they in shape and mind), Far rather would I sit in solitude, The forms of memory all my mental food, And dream of you, sweet sisters (ah, not mine!) And only dream of you (ah dream and pine!) Than have the presence, and partake the pride, And shine in the eye of all the world beside! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VISIONS OF THE DAUGHTERS OF ALBION by WILLIAM BLAKE THE SENSITIVE PLANT by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY BURNING STRAWPILES by EVA K. ANGLESBURG A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 4 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE WORM TURNS by BERTON BRALEY REMEMBERED SONGS by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |