As if I chafed the sparks from glass, And said, 'It lightens,' hitherto The songs I've made of love may pass For all but for proportion true; But likeness and proportion both Now fail, as if a child in glee, Catching the flakes of the salt froth, Cried, 'Look, my mother, here's the sea. Yet, by the help of what's so weak, But not diverse, to those who know, And only unto those I speak, May far-inferring fancy show Love's living sea by coasts uncurb'd, Its depth, its mystery, and its might, Its indignation if disturb'd, The glittering peace of its delight. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN A COPY OF OMAR KHAYYAM by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1883 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI A BALLAD UPON A WEDDING by JOHN SUCKLING IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 27 by ALFRED TENNYSON GRANDMOTHER'S TEACHING by ALFRED AUSTIN THROUGH; A VISION OF VICTORY by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON A PLEA FOR FLOOD IRESON by CHARLES TIMOTHY BROOKS ODE TO THE MEMORY OF BURNS by THOMAS CAMPBELL TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. PHILOLAUS TO DIOCLES by EDWARD CARPENTER |