IF I were thine, I'd fail not of endeavour The loftiest, To make thy daily life, now and forever, Supremely blest -- I'd watch thy moods, I'd toil and wait, with yearning, Incessant incense at thy dear shrine burning, If I were thine. If thou wert mine, quite changed would be these features. Then, I suspect, Thou wouldst the humblest prove of loving creatures, And not object To do the very things I am declaring I'd undertake for @3thee@1, with selfless daring, If thou wert mine. If we were ours? And now, here comes the riddle! How would that work? I'm sure @3you'd@1 never stoop to second fiddle, And -- I might shirk The part of serf. And, likewise, each might neither Be willing slave or servitor of either, If we were ours! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TAPS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE AWAKENING by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON YOUNG SAMMY'S FIRST WILD OATS by GEORGE SANTAYANA DICKENS IN CAMP by FRANCIS BRET HARTE THE TEMERAIRE by HERMAN MELVILLE THE KING OF DENMARK'S RIDE by CAROLINE ELIZABETH SARAH SHERIDAN NORTON |