Whose is the love that, gleaming through the world, Wards off the poisonous arrow of its scorn? Whose is the warm and partial praise, Virtue's most sweet reward? Beneath whose looks did my reviving soul Riper in truth and virtuous daring grow? Whose eyes have I gazed fondly on, And loved mankind the more? Harriet! on thine: - thou wert my purer mind; Thou wert the inspiration of my song; Thine are these early wilding flowers, Though garlanded by me. Then press into thy breast this pledge of love; And know, through time may change and years may roll, Each floweret gathered in my heart It consecrates to thine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A DEAD MAN by CARL SANDBURG A CHRISTMAS CAROL, SUNG TO THE KING IN THE PRESENCE AT WHITEHALL by ROBERT HERRICK TO A DOG by JOSEPHINE PRESTON PEABODY THE GALLOWS by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS TO THE MAN-OF-WAR-BIRD by WALT WHITMAN AT GIBRALTAR by GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY BROTHERLY LOVE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE ART OF PRESERVING HEALTH: BOOK 2. ADVICE TO THE STOUT by JOHN ARMSTRONG |