JULIA, I bring To thee this ring, Made for thy finger fit; To show by this, That our love is, Or should be, like to it. Close though it be, The joint is free: So when Love's yoke is on, It must not gall, Or fret at all With hard oppression. But it must play Still either way, And be, too, such a yoke, As not too wide, To over-slide; Or be so strait to choke. So we, who bear This beam, must rear Ourselves to such a height: As that the stay Of either may Create the burden light. And as this round Is nowhere found To flaw, or else to sever: So let our love As endless prove, And pure as gold for ever. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO DICK, ON HIS SIXTH BIRTHDAY by SARA TEASDALE SECOND BOOK OF AIRS: 7. THE MEASURE OF BEAUTY by THOMAS CAMPION PUTTING IN THE SEED by ROBERT FROST AVE ATQUE VALE; IN MEMORY OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 23 by ALFRED TENNYSON THE CUCKOO by ALEXANDER ANDERSON |