O Sorrow, wilt thou live with me No casual mistress, but a wife, My bosom-friend and half of life; As I confess it needs must be? O Sorrow, wilt thou rule my blood, Be sometimes lovely like a bride, And put thy harsher moods aside, If thou wilt have me wise and good? My centred passion cannot move, Nor will it lessen from to-day; But I'll have leave at times to play As with the creature of my love; And set thee forth, for thou art mine, With so much hope for years to come, That, howsoe'er I know thee, some Could hardly tell what name were thine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE SITE OF A MULBERRY-TREE PLANTED BY SHAKESPEARE ... by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI DANS LA BOHEME by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH FESSEDEN'S GARDEN by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 11. AL-MUTAKABBIR by EDWIN ARNOLD THE REASON by LEONARD BACON (1887-1954) SILVER ANNIVERSARY by BEULAH ALLYNE BELL |