MICHAL, what wealth of kisses do I owe, Dropt on my head when it in sleep is yours And in oblivious comfort cannot know Through what soft word or touch your passion pours! Must this new world the pattern of the old Repeat, with waste of beauty and delight, My loveliest blessings still to me untold And even by you forgotten with the night? O no, they all are caught and gathered up, Most precious and enduring, and my own, Pressed in the darkling contents of that cup Which I shall drink when all things are made known, And without breaking then my heart endures To bear the fullness of your @3I am yours!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOD'S WAY by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR AN INSINCERE WISH ADDRESSED TO A BEGGAR by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE A NET TO SNARE THE MOONLIGHT by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY ON A BEAUTIFUL DAY by JOHN STERLING (1806-1844) THE PERSIANS (PERSAE): SALAMIS - MESSENGER by AESCHYLUS |