I love her with the seasons, with the winds, As the stars worship, as anemones Shudder in secret for the sun, as bees Buzz round an open flower: in all kinds My love is perfect, and in each she finds Herself the goal: then why, intent to teaze And rob her delicate spirit of its ease, Hastes she to range me with inconstant minds? If she should die, if I were left at large On earth without her-I, on earth, the same Quick mortal with a thousand cries, her spell She fears would break. And I confront the charge As sorrowing, and as careless of my fame As Christ intact before the infidel. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER TWO YEARS by RICHARD ALDINGTON HIGH PLAINS RAG by JAMES GALVIN GETHSEMANE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE GHOST OF DEACON BROWN by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON ITALIAN PICTURES: THE COSTA SAN GIORGIO by MINA LOY TO HELEN KELLER - HUMANITARIAN, SOCIAL DEMOCRAT, GREAT SOUL by EDWIN MARKHAM OCTAVES: 2 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |