WHAT can I give, O well-beloved, to thee, Whose clear, firm knock at my heart's door I heard; I, reading o'er my life's old pages, blurred Where bitter tears had fallen fast and free? For thou didst enter in and comfort me Whose soul was passion-tost and tempest-stirred, Till I grew patient as a brooding bird, And rest came down upon me, verily. What can I give thee for a guerdon meet? The utter depths and heights of love's sublime I cannot fathom, dear, I cannot climb, For sacred things to lay before thy feet: I kneel thy suppliant, and I give thee, Sweet, The right to go on giving for all time. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SCRIBE by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE BEN BOLT by THOMAS DUNN ENGLISH THE WILD RIDE by LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY TO LIVE MERRILY AND TO TRUST TO GOOD VERSES by ROBERT HERRICK A FATHER OF WOMEN: AD SOROREM E. B. by ALICE MEYNELL |