MY BROTHER hath come forth from mine house; He careth not for my love; My heart standeth still within me. Behold, honeyed cakes in my mouth. They are turned into salt; Even must, that sweet thing. In my mouth is as the fall of a bird! The breath of thy nostrils alone Is that which maketh my heart live. I found thee! Amen grant thee unto me, Eternally and for ever! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HALF-WAKING by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM LAUSANNE: IN GIBBON'S OLD GARDEN by THOMAS HARDY LIMERICK by OLIVER BROOK HERFORD MILTON; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW PICTURESQUE; A FRAGMENT by JOHN AIKIN |