IF I were thine, I'd fail not of endeavour The loftiest, To make thy daily life, now and forever, Supremely blest -- I'd watch thy moods, I'd toil and wait, with yearning, Incessant incense at thy dear shrine burning, If I were thine. If thou wert mine, quite changed would be these features. Then, I suspect, Thou wouldst the humblest prove of loving creatures, And not object To do the very things I am declaring I'd undertake for @3thee@1, with selfless daring, If thou wert mine. If we were ours? And now, here comes the riddle! How would that work? I'm sure @3you'd@1 never stoop to second fiddle, And -- I might shirk The part of serf. And, likewise, each might neither Be willing slave or servitor of either, If we were ours! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ICE by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON A SECOND REVIEW OF THE GRAND ARMY [MAY 24, 1865] by FRANCIS BRET HARTE A DECANTER OF MADEIRA, AGED 86, TO GEORGE BANCROFT, AGED 86 by SILAS WEIR MITCHELL SONG (10) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE BIRDS: THE BUILDING OF CLOUDCUCKOOCITY by ARISTOPHANES PSALM 36. DIXIT INJUSTUS by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE TRUST by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |