Are there two things, of all which men possess, That are so like each other and so near, As mutual Love seems like to Happiness? Dear Asra, woman beyond utterance dear! This Love which ever welling at my heart, Now in its living fount doth heave and fall, Now overflowing pours thro' every part Of all my frame, and fills and changes all, Like vernal waters springing up through snow, This Love that seeming great beyond the power Of growth, yet seemeth ever more to grow, Could I transmute the whole to one rich Dower Of Happy Life, and give it all to Thee, Thy lot, methinks, were Heaven, thy age, Eternity! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SWAN AND THE GOOSE by AESOP THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: NOVEMBER by EDMUND SPENSER THE SEEKERS by HAZEL MCGEE BOWMAN A WORD TO THE 'ELECT' by ANNE BRONTE A SOUL'S LOSS by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON ON RECEIVING FROM A LADY A PRESENT OF A RING by GEORGE CRABBE |