"And dost thou love me not a whit the less: And is thy heart as tremulous as of yore; And do thine eyes mirror the wonderfulness; And do thy lips retain their magic lore?" What, Sweet, can these things be, ev'n in thy thought, And I so briefly gone, so swiftly come? Nay, if the pulse of life its beat forgot This speaking heart would not thereby be dumb. I love thee, love thee so, O beautiful Hell That dost consume heart, brain, nerves; body, soul That even my immortal birthright I would sell Were Heaven to choose, or Thee, as my one goal. Sweet love fulfilled, they say, the common lot! He who speaks thus; of real love knoweth not. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RECESSIONAL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 31 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN GENTLEMEN-RANKERS by RUDYARD KIPLING SMALL BEGINNINGS by CHARLES MACKAY EARLY RISING by JOHN GODFREY SAXE THE LOVE OF GOD by ELIZA SCUDDER AMONG THE MOUNTAINS by EDMUND JOHN ARMSTRONG OVER THE ROSE-LEAVES, UNDER THE ROSE by JOHN BENNETT (1865-1956) |