LOVE laid his hands on my two hands And straightway I was strong; He held my eyes within his eyes That they might see no wrong; His kisses fell upon my lips And left them filled with song. The meanest task my hands may do For Love's sake now is meet; The meanest thing my eyes may see Grows wondrous and complete; And since my songs are all of him, Love, must not they be sweet? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OLD SUSAN by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE ON LORD HOLLAND'S SEAT NEAR MARGATE, KENT by THOMAS GRAY THE EAGLE THAT IS FORGOTTEN by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY MANY ARE CALLED by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT NAN'S SONG, FR. MIDSUMMER EVE by GORDON BOTTOMLEY CLEVEDON VERSES: 1. HALLAM'S CHURCH by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |