O FAITHFUL friend! O gentle wife! I know I may not add to-day One drop unto thy" wine of life," Of love, or happiness, or pride; I know 't is only mine to lay One rose-leaf on the mantling tide. O, what without thy sunny face, Lit with the day-spring from above, Were thine abode of song and grace, -- Art's fairy realm, joy's resting-place, -- Where now a sacred trio meet, Power, innocence, contentment sweet, Genius and infancy and love! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE WOMAN'S GENITALS by HAYDEN CARRUTH ON BEING ASKED TO WRITE A POEM AGAINST THE WAR IN VIETNAM by HAYDEN CARRUTH ONE FAVORED ACORN by ROBERT FROST THE LITTLE PEOPLES by CLAUDE MCKAY TO DISRAELI ON CONSERVATISM by MARIANNE MOORE THE BOTTLES AND THE WINE by GEORGE SANTAYANA |