Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts, Which I by lacking have supposed dead, And there reigns love and all love's loving parts, And all those friends which I thought buried. How many a holy and obsequious tear Hath dear religious love stol'n from mine eye As interest of the dead, which now appear But things removed that hidden in thee lie! Thou art the grave where buried love doth live, Hung with the trophies of my lovers gone, Who all their parts of me to thee did give; That due of many now is thine alone: Their images I loved I view in thee, And thou, all they, hast all the all of me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MADMAN OF THE SOUTH SIDE by CLARENCE MAJOR HYBRIDS OF WAR: A MORALITY POEM: 3. THAILALND by KAREN SWENSON DEWEY AT MANILA [MAY 1, 1898] by ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON INCIDENTS IN THE LIFE OF MY UNCLE ARLY by EDWARD LEAR TO SPAIN - A LAST WORD by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS |