LOVE, see thy lover humbled at thy feet, Not in servility, but homage sweet, Gladly inclined: -- and with my bended knee Think that my inward spirit bows to thee -- More proud indeed than when I stand or climb Elsewhere: -- there is no statue so sublime As Love's in all the world, and e'en to kiss The pedestal is still a better bliss Than all ambitions. O! Love's lowest base Is far above the reaching of disgrace To shame this posture. Let me then draw nigh Feet that have fared so nearly to the sky, And when this duteous homage has been given I will rise up and clasp the heart in Heaven. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO DAISIES, NOT TO SHUT TOO SOON by ROBERT HERRICK THE HEATHEN PASS-EE by ARTHUR CLEMENT HILTON SWITZERLAND by JAMES SHERIDAN KNOWLES MONT BLANC; LINES WRITTEN IN THE VALE OF CHAMOUNI by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE BROOK; AN IDYL: THE BROOK'S SONG by ALFRED TENNYSON THE PATRIOTIC MERCHANT PRINCE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |