FATE claimed hard toll from Love, and did not spare: Are the dues paid, and is all Love's at last? Cling round me, sacred sweetness, hold me fast; Oh! as I kneel, enfold mine eyes even there Within they breast; and to Love's deepest lair Of memory bid thy soul with mine retreat, And let our past years and our future meet In the warm darkness underneath thine hair. Say once for all: "Me Love accepts and thee: Nor takes he other count of bygone years Not his, than do the affranchised earth and sea Of hours wherein the unyoked inordinate spheres Hurled tumultuous round Time's ringing ears Ere yet one Word gave light the victory." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PENDULUM by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON L.E.L.'S LAST QUESTION by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING SONNET: TO HOMER by JOHN KEATS STELLA'S BIRTHDAY, 1720 by JONATHAN SWIFT THE SICK KING IN BOKHARA by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE FLIGHT OF THE WAR-EAGLE by OBADIAH CYRUS AURINGER SAN FRANCISCO HARBOR by NANCY BUCKLEY MY SOUL IS DARK by GEORGE GORDON BYRON MARI MAGNO; OR TALES ON BOARD: MY TALE by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH |