O To think, O to think as I see her stand there With the rose that I plucked, in her glorious hair, In the robe that I love, So demure and so neat, I am lord of her lips and her eyes and her feet! O to think, O to think when the last hedge is leapt, When the blood is awakened that dreamingly slept, I shall make her heart throb In its cradle of lace, As the lord of her hair and her breast and her face! O to think, O to think when our wedding-bells ring, When our love's at the summer but life's at the spring, I shall guard her asleep As my hound guards her glove, Being lord of her life and her heart and her love! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CITY IN THE SEA by EDGAR ALLAN POE SMILE AND NEVER HEED ME by CHARLES SWAIN WALT WHITMAN by FRANCIS HOWARD WILLIAMS SEVEN SAD SONNETS: 6. THE WANDERING ONE MAKES MUSIC by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS FAMILIAR EPISTLE TO A LITTLE BOY by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM MARATHON, SELECTION by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES |