I did not love him for myself alone: I loved him that he loved my dearest love. O God, no blasphemy It is to feel we loved in trinity, To tell Thee that I loved him as Thy Dove Is loved, and is Thy own, That comforted the moan Of Thy Beloved, when earth could give no balm And in Thy Presence makes His tenderest calm. So I possess this creature of Love's flame, So loving what I love he lives from me; Not white, a thing of fire, Of seraph plumed limbs and one desire, That is my heart's own, and shall ever be: An animal - with aim Thy Dove avers the same. . . . O symbol of our perfect union, strange Unconscious Bearer of Love's interchange. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REVELATION AT CAP FERRAT by CLARENCE MAJOR BEARS AT RASPBERRY TIME by HAYDEN CARRUTH SISTER MARIA CELESTE, GALILEO'S DAUGHTER, WRITES TO FRIEND by MADELINE DEFREES ON BRODSKY'S COLLECTED by MICHAEL S. HARPER BRIGHTNESS AS A POIGNANT LIGHT by DAVID IGNATOW TO THE ROCK THAT WILL BE A CORNERSTONE OF THE HOUSE by ROBINSON JEFFERS |