WILT thou forget me in that other sphere, -- Thou who hast shared my life so long in this, -- And straight grown dizzy with that greater bliss, Fronting heaven's splendor strong and full and clear, No longer hold the old embraces dear When some sweet seraph crowns thee with her kiss? Nay, surely from that rapture thou wouldst miss Some slight, small thing that thou hast cared for here. I do not dream that from those ultimate heights Thou wilt come back to seek me where I bide; But if I follow, patient of thy slights, And if I stand there, waiting by thy side, Surely thy heart with some old thrill will stir, And turn thy face toward me, even from her. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ONCE BY THE PACIFIC by ROBERT FROST THE HILL WIFE: THE SMILE by ROBERT FROST THE FALL OF HYPERION; A DREAM by JOHN KEATS SNAKES, MONGOOSES, SNAKE-CHARMERS, AND THE LIKE by MARIANNE MOORE WAR AND WASHINGTON by JONATHAN MITCHELL SEWALL KEEPERS OF THE SUN by DOROTHY P. ALBAUGH |