Truth, be more precious to me than the eyes Of happy love; burn hotter in my throat Than passion, and possess me like my pride; More sweet than freedom, more desired than joy, More sacred than the pleasing of a friend. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TRAVEL by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY RESERVE by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE SUNDAY UP THE RIVER: 15 by JAMES THOMSON (1834-1882) THE TRUIMPH OF ART by JOSEPHINE TURCK BAKER ODE TO REMORSE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD EMANCIPATION IN THE DISTRICT OF COLUMBIA, APRIL 16, 1862 by JAMES MADISON BELL |