[Song by the Subconscious Self] I know not what my secret is , I only know 'tis mine; I know to dwell with it were bliss, To die for it divine. I cannot yield it in a kiss, Nor breathe it in a sigh, I know that I have lived for this; For this, my love, I die. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ABU SALAMMAMM - A SONG OF EMPIRE by EZRA POUND MUJER by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS AT DOVER CLIFFS, JULY 20, 1787 by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES THE WAKING YEAR by EMILY DICKINSON TO THE LADY IN THE CHIMSETTE WITH BLACK BUTTONS by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS |