Behind it all—the anger and the flame That leapt upon thee—there is, could'st thou see, The loving inner changeless soul of me, Unshaken,—clear for ever in its aim. I love thee,—and so I hate eternally Each smallness foreign to thy nature true: Just as I welcome every blossom new Of thought or heart; each growth of being's tree. Behind it all,—O thou whom I adore Enough to "crucify"—as thou didst say,— There is the love that changes never more; The soul of yearning thou canst never slay:— Strength that would help thee; prayer that intercedes; Sweet love that tarries patient: love that bleeds. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STREET CRIES: 6. TO RICHARD WAGNER by SIDNEY LANIER TO OUR MOCKING-BIRD; DIED OF A CAT, MAY, 1878 by SIDNEY LANIER THE MIDDLETON PLACE by AMY LOWELL THE POET (2) by ISAAC ROSENBERG MODERN PARAPHRASE OF SHAKESPEARE'S SONNET 29 by GEORGE SANTAYANA |