IF in my soul, dear, An omen should dwell, Bidding me pause, ere I love thee too well; If the whole circle Of noble and wise, With stern forebodings, Between us should rise; -- I will tell @3them@1, dear, That Love reigns -- a King, Where storms cannot reach him, And words cannot sting; He counts it dishonor His faith to recall; He trusts; -- and forever He gives -- and gives all! I will tell @3thee@1, dear, That Love is -- a Slave, Who dreads thought of freedom, As life dreads the grave; And if doubt or peril Of change there may be, Such fear would but drive him Still nearer to thee! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MARTHY VIRGINIA'S HAND [SEPTEMBER 17, 1862] by GEORGE PARSONS LATHROP THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): HYLAS by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS THE BUTTERFLY by MARGARET AVISON GOODFRYDAY (TO A BASE AND TWO TREBLES) by JOSEPH BEAUMONT A POINT OF VIEW by LETITIA A. BRACE UPON MY DEAR AND LOVING HUSBAND HIS GOING INTO ENGLAND, 1661 by ANNE BRADSTREET WINDSOR, VERMONT by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY |