SOMETIMES I fain would find in thee some fault, That I might love thee still in spite of it: Yet how should our Lord Love curtail one whit Thy perfect praise whom most he would exalt? Alas! he can but make my heart's low vault Even in men's sight unworthier, being lit By thee, who thereby show'st more exquisite Like fiery chrysoprase in deep basalt. Yet will I nowise shrink; but at Love's shrine Myself within the beams his brow doth dart Will set the flashing jewel of thy heart In that dull chamber where it deigns to shine: For lo! in honour of thine excellencies My heart takes pride to show how poor it is. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOHANNES AGRICOLA IN MEDITATION by ROBERT BROWNING A CHRISTMAS FOLKSONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE CONFLICT OF CONVICTIONS by HERMAN MELVILLE THE LOTOS-EATERS by ALFRED TENNYSON HYMN ON SOLITUDE by JAMES THOMSON (1700-1748) EASTER 1916 by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |