WERE beauty mine, Beloved, I would bring it Like a rare blossom to Love's glowing shrine; Were dear youth mine, Beloved, I would fling it Like a rich pearl into Love's lustrous wine. Were greatness mine, Beloved, I would offer Such radiant gifts of glory and of fame, Like camphor and like curds to pour and proffer Before Love's bright and sacrificial flame. But I have naught save my heart's deathless passion That craves no recompense divinely sweet, Content to wait in proud and lowly fashion, And kiss the shadow of Love's passing feet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHAT I LIVE FOR by GEORGE LINNAEUS BANKS COWLEY: THE GARDEN by ALEXANDER POPE AN ESCAPE by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE THE RUINS OF CORINTH by ANTIPATER OF SIDON LILIES: 1. THE GREAT WAVE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |