IF you think I shall declare Whose love I seek. Not for a kingdom would I dare Her name to speak. But I will join you in a glee If you think meet-- That I adore, that fair is she As is the wheat. I act but as my fantasy My will doth stir; And if she need my life, then I May give it her. The anguish that a love untold Makes us deplore I carry in my heart of old-- I can no more. I love too deeply to declare Whose love I feel; And for my Love can die, but ne'er Her name reveal. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO BEACHEY, 1912 by CARL SANDBURG EPISTLE TO JAMES SMITH by ROBERT BURNS EPITAPH ON THE MONUMENT OF SIR WILLIAM DYER by KATHERINE DYER VIRGILS GNAT: DEDICATORY SONNET by EDMUND SPENSER A PRAIRIE SUNSET by WALT WHITMAN |