I cannot love thee as I ought, For love reflects the thing beloved; My words are only words, and moved Upon the topmost froth of thought. 'Yet blame not thou thy plaintive song,' The Spirit of true love replied; 'Thou canst not move me from thy side, Nor human frailty do me wrong. 'What keeps a spirit wholly true To that ideal which he bears? What record? not the sinless years That breathed beneath the Syrian blue; 'So fret not, like an idle girl, That life is dash'd with flecks of sin. Abide; thy wealth is gather'd in, When Time hath sunder'd shell from pearl.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RIVER by RALPH WALDO EMERSON FOR G. by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON HABEAS CORPUS by HELEN MARIA HUNT FISKE JACKSON THE HEATH-COCK by JOANNA BAILLIE ON THE BIRTH OF A FRIEND'S ELDEST SON by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD GLIMPSES OF CHILDHOOD: 2. IN THE CHILDREN'S HOSPITAL by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |