Enclasped in thy dear thought, O sweet Love, hold Me innermost and highest influence, As dwells within the rose-leaves' tender fold The subtle life that breathes most sweetly thence Its fragrant beauty to the raptured sense. Ah, soon the gentle life of flowers will die, And into nothingness their beauties fade. But Love is an eternal gift, and I With it would always live, immortal made In its sweet largess. Then unto thine eye Let me be chiefest light, and colour give To all else thou mayst see, and all delight Of living make for thee; for life is light, And I would be the light that makes thee live. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE NOTHING I by HAYDEN CARRUTH TO TIME by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE CRANES OF IBYCUS by EMMA LAZARUS WITH CHAOS IN EACH KISS by TIMOTHY LIU ACROSS THE RED SKY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD A REPUBLIC! by EDGAR LEE MASTERS FROM THE AGES WITH A SMILE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS BUCOLIC COMEDY: SPINNING SONG by EDITH SITWELL ELEGY: THE GHOST WHOSE LIPS WERE WARM; FOR GEOFFREY GORER by EDITH SITWELL |