O beloved, and stranger to me than my foe, And nearer to me than my breath, and my peace and my strife, What is it that binds us straitly together? Life; Body to body: soul to soul, do I know? I know that your hands speak to my hands, and my hands Speak to your hands with an irresistible desire; We are blown together as fire is blown into fire, We return as the wandering tide returns to the sands. Is it love, is it longing? I know not, care not, alas! Something cries, and a cry answers a cry. If I speak, you hear in your heart; when you call, it is I: Soul of my life, let us live! for the hours pass. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ECCLESIASTICAL SONNETS: PART 3: 5. WALTON'S BOOK OF LIVE by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH BRUCE: HOW KING ROBERT WAS HUNTED BY THE SLEUTH-HOUND by JOHN BARBOUR TRINITIE SUNDAY (FOR A BASE AND TWO TREBLES) by JOSEPH BEAUMONT PSALM 63 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE NEW WORLD; TO THE PEOPLE OF THE UNITED STATES by LAURENCE BINYON |