Glad and fair is my young love, He to whom my pulses move, He whose pleasure I obey -- Glad as dawn, and fair as day. Very strong and sweet is he That hath lordship over me -- He to whom I all am given -- Strong as death, and sweet as heaven. Mary Mother, grant me this Only, out of all thy bliss: Let his longing never tire -- (He whose lips are ice and fire --) Make me worth his whole desire! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PORTRAIT OF ONE DEAD by CONRAD AIKEN THE CITY REVISITED by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET IMPELLED by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO RIDGELY TORRENCE - PLAYWRIGHT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TRANSPOSITIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |