Love has been dragged too often through the mire. I would brush it clean and free it from the bars That would detain it, I would set it up High on a cool green hill beneath the stars Where the wind can blow the clinging dust away, And the cool night wash it with its crystal dew. It matters not what others make of love. Mine shall be pure and beautiful for you. My love is like the shimmer of the stars. It has absorbed the radiance of the moon; Has taken on the glory of the sun That climbs the far blue glittering heights of noon. I am jealous of the name of love. I long To lift it high, to hold it like a flame That no unworthy thing may venture near To tarnish the white splendor of its name. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EYE-WITNESS by FREDERICK RIDGELY TORRENCE BALLADE OF SCHOPENHAUER'S PHILOSOPHY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS CELEBRATION ODE by LYMAN WHITNEY ALLEN IMMORTALS by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART OF ENGLISH POESY: 25. ELEGIAC VERSE: THE EIGHTH EPIGRAM by THOMAS CAMPION SONG: CONQUEST BY FLIGHT by THOMAS CAREW |