O love, my love, thou 'rt in the passing crowd, But none shall see thee save the eyes that burn; O love, my love, thou singest long and loud, But none shall hear thee save the ears that yearn. O love, my love, thou 'rt in the solitude Of foam-crest oceans and the tangled wood, But none shall know thee in thy changing mood, Save minds deep-nurtured in the heart's dark flood. O love, my love, thou 'rt in the blue-girt sky, And bound in murmurs of the sighing breeze, But none shall feel thy lilting melody, Save hearts that quaff thy spirits-passioned lees. O love, thou wert a beggar shouldst thou hold Thy blood-warm spirit to hearts bitter cold. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR THE HOLY FAMILY, BY MICHELANGELO (IN THE NATIONAL GALLERY) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI A SUPPLEMENT OF AN IMPERFECT COPY OF VERSES OF MR. WILL. SHAKESPEARE'S by JOHN SUCKLING INDEPENDENCE by HENRY DAVID THOREAU WALT WHITMAN by FRANCIS HOWARD WILLIAMS CAFE TORTONI ('81) by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |