O LOVE! of all the riches that are mine, What gift have I withheld before thy shrine? What tender ecstasy of prayer and praise Or lyric flower of my impassioned days? What poignant dream have I denied to thee Of secret hope, desire and memory; Or intimate anguish of sad years, long dead, Old griefs unstaunched, old fears uncomforted? What radiant prophecies that thrill and throng The unborn years with swift delight of song? O Love! of all the treasures that I own, What gift have I withheld before thy throne? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A PRAYER IN SPRING by ROBERT FROST ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 8. AMORET by MARK AKENSIDE PSALM 40. EXPECTANS EXPECTAVI by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE MINE THE GROUND by MILDRED BOWERS ASOLANDO: POETICS by ROBERT BROWNING THE PARTING OF LAUNCELOT AND GUENEVERE; A FRAGMENT by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |