Oft, oft methinks, the while with thee, I breathe, as from the heart, thy dear And dedicated name, I hear A promise and a mystery, A pledge of more than passing life, Yea, in that very name of Wife! A pulse of love, that ne'er can sleep! A feeling that upbraids the heart With happiness beyond desert, That gladness half requests to weep! Nor bless I not the keener sense And unalarming turbulence Of transient joys, that ask no sting From jealous fears, or coy denying; But born beneath Love's brooding wing, And into tenderness soon dying, Wheel out their giddy moment, then Resign the soul to love again; -- A more precipitated vein Of notes, that eddy in the flow Of smoothest song, they come, they go, And leave their sweeter understrain Its own sweet self -- a love of Thee That seems, yet cannot greater be! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COLLOQUE SENTIMENTAL by PAUL VERLAINE REVELRY OF THE DYING by BARTHOLOMEW DOWLING PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 2D SERIES: 3 by EDWARD TAYLOR NIOBE: INEXORABLE DEATH by AESCHYLUS PSALM 24. DOMINI EST TERRA by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE MEXICAN FUNERAL PROCESSION by BEULAH VICK BICKLEY |