TO clasp his spirit undefiled, my spirit leaped beneath my hand, He said no sad reproach to me, but only, "Love, I understand." O coward my eyes that would not see, held slaves 'neath closing finger-tips; O coward my flesh that would not let my spirit's whisper through your lips. He might have said, "This rose I pulled fell not to pieces at my touch; The robin fled not at my gaze, nor hid from me her feathered clutch; The evening moon arose as fair with my sad face to look upon; The sun withdrew no single ray, caressed me as it shone; The hound still follows at my heel, nor finds me less beloved for this— But, oh! my love shrinks from my side and trembles at my kiss. Would you find horror at my touch, or poison at my body's breath, If but my flesh grew fair again, and my soul darkened with its death?" God struck him with a fell disease, he said no sad reproach to me, He left the world of men behind for that sad isle beyond the sea; He loved the beautiful, the sun—and God has robbed him of that right, Housed him with men that are not men, with horrors for his sight. And I, my love! have robbed from you the right of love, and hope, and trust, And gave a woman's feeble dreams that God has razed to dust. Oh, pity me, for I am weak, not worth that precious love you gave, I weep undoing, while your ship finds you an island and a grave; I curse my flesh that holds me down, my hidden face, my cowardly hand; I bless the parting voice that said, "My love, I understand." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BERNARDO DEL CARPIO by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS TROY TOWN by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: PROEM by ALFRED TENNYSON THE PLOUGHMAN by KARLE WILSON BAKER THE BEACHCOMBER by MILDRED DOSCH BANTA AULD ROBIN FORBES by SUSANNA BLAMIRE THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 68. THE THREE AGES OF WOMAN: 3 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |