Now that the tears of love have reached Their flood-time in my throat, What thoughts I launch for your sweet sake, What dreams I set afloat; How when I've caught you fast asleep, I'll sit awake and trace The curved and round perfections in Your head, your neck and face. If there is such a passion now, With so much strength to move, What shall we do if you inflame With jealousy that love: That jealousy, whose eyes can see More than the deaf and dumb, And hears far more than one that's blind -- What then shall we become! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO ONE IN BEDLAM by ERNEST CHRISTOPHER DOWSON ON IMAGINATION by PHILLIS WHEATLEY ETHIOPIA SALUTING THE COLORS by WALT WHITMAN RIDDLE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD OTHER SPRINGS by ROSEMARY BASEFLUG |