I WOULD not even ask my heart to say If I could love another land as well As thee, my country, had I felt the spell Of Italy at birth, or learned to obey The charm of France, or England's mighty sway. I would not be so much an infidel As once to dream, or fashion words to tell, What land could hold my heart from thee away. For like a law of nature in my blood I feel thy sweet and secret sovereignty, And woven through my soul thy vital sign. My life is but a wave and thou the flood; I am a leaf and thou the mother-tree; Nor should I be at all, were I not thine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LIVING STARS by GEORGE SANTAYANA DEAR ELIZABETH: (FOR ELIZABETH DIFIORE) by KAREN SWENSON THE HUMAN ABSTRACT, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE TO THE SOUR READER by ROBERT HERRICK THREE FRIENDS OF MINE: 5; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW |