A sworded man whose trade is blood, In grief, in anger, and in fear, Thro' jungle, swamp, and torrent flood, I seek the wealth you hold so dear! The dazzling charm of outward form, The power of gold, the pride of birth, Have taken Woman's heart by storm -- Usurp'd the place of inward worth. Is not true Love of higher price Than outward Form, tho' fair to see, Wealth's glittering fairy-dome of ice, Or echo of proud ancestry? -- O! Asra, Asra! couldst thou see Into the bottom of my heart, There's such a mine of Love for thee, As almost might supply desert! (This separation is, alas! Too great a punishment to bear; O! take my life, or let me pass That life, that happy life, with her!) The perils, erst with steadfast eye Encounter'd, now I shrink to see -- Oh! I have heart enough to die -- Not half enough to part from Thee! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRING WIND IN LONDON by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MRS. MERRITT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS LINES ON HEARING THE ORGAN by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY DARK ROSALEEN by TOMAS COSTELLO OF THE MANNER OF ADDRESSING CLOUDS by WALLACE STEVENS IMPRESSION DU MATIN by OSCAR WILDE |