NAY, do not weep, my Fanny dear! While in these arms you lie, The world hath not a wish, a fear, That ought to claim one precious tear From that beloved eye! The world! -- ah, Fanny! love must shun The path where many rove; One bosom to recline upon, One heart, to be his only one, Are quite enough for love! What can we wish, that is not here Between your arms and mine? Is there, on earth, a space so dear As that within the blessed sphere Two loving arms entwine? For me, there's not a lock of jet, Along your temples curl'd, Within whose glossy, tangling net, My soul doth not, at once, forget All, all the worthless world! 'Tis in your eyes, my sweetest love! My only worlds I see; Let but @3their@1 orbs in sunshine move, And earth below and skies above May frown or smile for me! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COTTON CLUB by CLARENCE MAJOR OCTAVES: 15 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON FACADE: 24. AN OLD WOMAN LAMENTS IN SPRINGTIME by EDITH SITWELL THE CHIMNEY SWEEPER, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE HIS RETURN TO LONDON by ROBERT HERRICK CAPITAL SQUARE by PATRICK JOHN MCALISTER ANDERSON |