ALTHOUGH I dare to say My heart untarnished is from day to day, 'Tis not, O Love, that any strength of mine Has kept all white the shrine. But as I now look back Across the years that span the weary track, All the dear deeds I ever strove to do Were done because of you. All the white thoughts I had Were but pure flowers, one day to make you glad; Every improving act, each little grace, Humbly, dear one, I trace Back to my hope of you, Long, long before your wondrous face I knew. Ah! your white coming, silent and unseen, Made me and kept me clean! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A HEALTH by EDWARD COATE PINKNEY PASSED BY by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS TO SARAH TAYLOR by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE HUNCHBACK by JOHN PEALE BISHOP INAUGURATION SONNET: WILLIAM JEWETT TUCKER by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |