Representative Poetry Online

Poems

1When our two souls stand up erect and strong,

2Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher,

3Until the lengthening wings break into fire

4At either curvèd point,—what bitter wrong

5Can the earth do to us, that we should not long

6Be here contented? Think! In mounting higher,

7The angels would press on us and aspire

8To drop some golden orb of perfect song

9Into our deep, dear silence. Let us stay

10Rather on earth, Belovèd,—where the unfit

11Contrarious moods of men recoil away

12And isolate pure spirits, and permit

13A place to stand and love in for a day,

14With darkness and the death-hour rounding it.