But I, grown fatuous in my love and lore -- Love that I thought was round her as a buoy, Lore that I thought was cunning to destroy Disease and doom -- toiled with her more and more: My skill at mind should train the wild away, The wild and eery, from that brow I kissed, Till she should grow like girls of everyday Through me (triumphant lover-alienist!), -- Thus to establish her in selfhood strong Against disasters I was fearsome of -- Pain, slander, grief, and all gaunt broods of Life, -- Thus, also, to establish her as wife -- As apt in judgment as she was in song, As fixed in purpose as she was in love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: ON FAME (1) by JOHN KEATS IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 9 by ALFRED TENNYSON RUNNING TO PARADISE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS STOOD AT CLEAR by ALEXANDER ANDERSON PLORATA VERIS LACHRYMIS by WILLIAM BARNES A PRAIRIE MOTHER'S LULLABY by EARL ALONZO BRININSTOOL ONLY A PIN by ISAAC HINTON BROWN |