I DO not ask to offer thee A timid love like mine; I lay it, as the rose is laid On some immortal shrine. I have no hope in loving thee, I only ask to love; I brood upon my silent heart, As on its nest the dove. But little have I been beloved, Sad, silent, and alone: And yet I feel, in loving thee, The wide world is mine own. Thine is the name I breathe to Heaven, Thy face is on my sleep; I only ask that love like this May pray for thee and weep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COUNTING THE BEATS by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES LEINSTER by LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY THE CARELESS GALLANT by THOMAS JORDAN THE LAKE (VERSION 2) by EDGAR ALLAN POE SONNET: 2. FEBRUARY AFTERNOON by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 20. 'SONG IS NOT DEAD' by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) TO A FATHER, ON THE DEATH OF HIS ONLY CHILD by BERNARD BARTON |