I HAVE not sinned against the God of Love, And so I think that when I come to die, His face will reach to me, and hang above, And comfort me, and hush me where I lie. Weak am I, full of faults, and on the brink Of Death perchance with awe my pulse shall move; I am not fit to die, and yet I think I have not sinned against the God of Love. I have desired fame, riches, the clear crown Of influence, and pleasure's long-drawn zest, Yet at all times I would have laid these down To please the human heart that i love best; Wherefore I hope when I must go my way Down that dark doubtful road that mortals prove, Some one will cheer my shivering soul, and say, He has not sinned against the God of Love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SHADOWY WATERS: A DRAMATIC POEM by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE DEFINITION OF LOVE by ANDREW MARVELL THE GOLDEN YEAR! by ALFRED AUSTIN A HINT FROM THE BEGINNING OF THE THIRD SATIRE OF JUVENAL by PHILIP AYRES EN TOUR; A SONG SEQUENCE: 4. FOR FRANCES ANN by ALBERTA BANCROFT ON SENDING MY SON AS A PRESENT TO DR. SWIFT by MARY BARBER |