WHEN, long ago, the daring of my youth Drew nigh thy greatness with a little thing, Thou didst receive me; and thy sky of truth Has domed me since, a heaven of sheltering, Made homely by the tenderness and grace Which round thy absolute friendship ever fling A radiant atmosphere. Turn not thy face From that small part of earnest thanks, I pray, Which, spoken, leaves much more in speechless case. I see thee far before me on thy way Up the great peaks, and striding stronger still; Thy intellect unrivalled in its sway, Upheld and ordered by a regnant will; Thy wisdom, seer and priest of holy fate, Searching all truths its prophcy to fill; But this my joy: throned in thy heart so great, High Love is queen, and sits without a mate. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A WIFE IN LONDON by THOMAS HARDY ART ABOVE NATURE: TO JULIA by ROBERT HERRICK VICISSITUDES by GAMALIEL BRADFORD THE ANCIENT CHANCE by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON LEAVES FROM THE ANTHOLOGY by LEWIS PARKE CHAMBERLAYNE CONCERNING TABITHA'S DANCING OF THE MINUET by ARTHUR WILLIS COLTON |