WHAT other woman could be loved like you, Or how of you should love possess his fill? After the fulness of all rapture, still,-- As at the end of some deep avenue A tender glamour of day,--there comes to view Far in your eyes a yet more hungering thrill,-- Such fire as Love's soul-winnowing hands distil Even from his inmost ark of light and dew. And as the traveller triumphs with the sun, Glorying in heat's mid-height, yet startide brings Wonder new-born, and still fresh transport springs From limpid lambent hours of day begun;-- Even so, through eyes and voice, your soul doth move My soul with changeful light of infinite love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TEN COMMANDMENTS by GEORGE SANTAYANA VERLAINE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON VOICES by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS BIRTHDAY LINES TO AGNES BAILLIE by JOANNA BAILLIE THE FELLOWSHIP by KATHARINE LEE BATES TAKE YOUR CHOICE: AS LONGFELLOW WROTE IT by BERTON BRALEY |