From reach of Time to vacant ends of space I love you, and the sentient Spirit knows, Although the falling leaves are on its face What lies between the dog-star and the rose. And here amid the city you have stormed With gifts as treacherous as Trojan horse, Though burned and pillaged, tortured and re-formed Lives Beauty yet unwintered by remorse. And all your faithlessness shall not conspire To still the beating wings of love for you Whose godhood touched my head with coals of fire, Whatever else is false, these things are true: Although my soul ensnared could not withstand The mortal bondage of your mouth and hand. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PSALM 104: THE MAJESTY AND MERCY OF GOD by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE HEATHEN PASS-EE by ARTHUR CLEMENT HILTON MY SOLITUDE by JAMES R. AGGELES ANTIMENIDAS by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 31. TO ONE WHO LOVED HIM by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |