BE not afraid: it was some wise Daemon amid that glade of Fate Tore off the bandage from our eyes And stamped us mate and mate. I am all yours. I kneel, I burn, Feel every naked rushing nerve And tendril of my being yearn For you; for you I starve! I am all yours. What creature else Exists but you? Passion divine Pursued through half-a-thousand hells I make, I keep you mine! Endless you yield what else none gives, That torturing, acutest bliss That quenches self-hood while it lives Enheavened in your kiss. So as the eagle on his ledge Huddles and broods above his prey Eternal terrors in me rage Lest some one take away; Lest I be not the universe For you (as you, my mate, for me) Of every sense -- all that confers This fearful ecstasy. None other living shall feel thus The blaze consummate light the breast, For like Death I am covetous Of this too perfect zest; None shall share what possesses us Nor what I have possessed! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PRAYER AT SUNRISE by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON COLLEGE DRINKING SONG by GEORGE SANTAYANA LORD WALTER'S WIFE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING SONNET by MICHELANGELO BUONARROTI ON THE EXTINCTION OF THE VENETIAN REPUBLIC by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH CAPTAIN BING by LYMAN FRANK BAUM FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: MOURNER'S CONSOLED by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |