If the astrologers speak truth, who tell That the stars make for us our heaven and hell, My passionate and perverse horoscope, Where the intellectual forces may not cope With Scorpio, Herschel, Venus, and the Moon, Marked in my life that love in me should swoon Into the arms of strange affinities. It was myself looked at me with your eyes, Where Venus and the Moon with Herschel strove In some ambiguous paradox of love. When first I touched your hand I felt the thrill Knit heart to heart, and at the touch your will Became as my will, and my will became As your will, and an unappeasable flame Was lighted when your lips and mine first met In that long kiss my lips shall not forget When I am aged with eternity. I knew that my desire had come to me, And that the world was ended and begun, And I should never more beneath the sun Go lightly forth on any wayfaring. I knew that I should suffer for this thing, For this completion of the impossible, This mystical marriage of heaven and hell, With anguish and with extreme agony, Knowing that my desire had come to me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CARPENTER'S SON by SARA TEASDALE ON A TREE FALLEN ACROSS THE ROAD (TO HEAR US TALK) by ROBERT FROST SONNET, WRITTEN IN JANUARY 1817 by JOHN KEATS PROUD MAISIE, FR. THE HEART OF MIDLOTHIAN by WALTER SCOTT |