HEAVEN is mirrored, Love, deep in thine eyes, Soft falls its shimmering light upon thy face; Tell me, Beloved, is this Paradise, Or but Love's bower in some deep-sheltered place? Is that God's burning bush that now appears, Or but the sunlight slanting through the trees? Is that sweet song the music of the spheres, Or but the deep andante of the breeze? Are we blest spirits of some glad new birth Floating at last in God's eternity? Or art thou, Love, still but a man on earth, And I a woman clinging close to thee? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITAPHIUM CITHARISTRIAE by VICTOR GUSTAVE PLARR ALCAICS: TO H. F. BROWN by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON RUMORS FROM AN AEOLIAN HARP by HENRY DAVID THOREAU MISCONCEPTIONS by ROBERT BROWNING LADY WITH A CAREER by NORMA JEAN BUNTING SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 42 by BLISS CARMAN BLANK MISGIVINGS OF A CREATURE MOVING ABOUT IN WORLDS NOT REALIZED: 6 by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH |