Let not thy bosom, to my foes allied, Insult my sorrow with this coat of mail, When for thy strong defence, if love assail, Thou hast the world, thy virtue, and my pride. But if thine own dear eyes I see beside Sharpened against me, then my strength will fail, Abandoning sail and rudder to the gale For thy sweet sake alone so long defied. If I am poor, in death how rich and brave Will seem my spirit with the love it gave; If I am sad, I shall seem happy then. Be mine, be mine in God and in the grave, Since naught but chance and the insensate wave Divides us, and the wagging tongue of men. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TUOL SLENG: POL POT'S PRISON by KAREN SWENSON SONG, FR. ERNEST MALTRAVERS by EDWARD GEORGE EARLE LYTTON BULWER-LYTTON THE GARDEN YEAR by SARA COLERIDGE THEOLOGY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR TO THE DANDELION by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL BILLY IN THE DARBIES, FR. BILLY BUDD by HERMAN MELVILLE SKIPPER IRESON'S RIDE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |