HEART, heart, What of thy joy, So soft, so secret, so without cloy, It lies forgotten Unless thou cry, Loud, unceasing, 'How joyous am I!' Heart, look round, And see, see, see, What chances to all and O to thee! As yon twain go In love's delight, 'Tis love, 'tis love, sets thy days right. See with what joy They meet, they part, And watch, O watch, neglectful heart, The farthest turn Of utter peace Which is tidal ebb of joy's increase. Think, O heart, All thou canst see Of them is a witness again to thee; Thou hast their cause, Thou hast their end, Thou hast the sure passion of thy friend. Gaze no more, Think all of thee Is apt as they to felicity; Delight does them And thee employ: Heart, how full is thy heart of joy! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LWONESOMENESS by WILLIAM BARNES THE GIANT PUFFBALL by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 60. FAREWELL TO JULIET (9) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT TO MY FATHER by WILLIAM SYDNEY GRAHAM A CELEBRATION OF CHARIS: 5. HIS DISCOURSE WITH CUPID by BEN JONSON |