Poetry Archives

Will you be there? my yearning heart has cried:
  Ah me, my love, my love, shall I be there,
  To sit down in your glory and to share
Your gladness, glowing as a virgin bride?
Or will another dearer, fairer-eyed,
  Sit nigher to you in your jubilee;
  And mindful one of other will you be
Borne higher and higher on joy’s ebbless tide?
—Yea, if I love I will not grudge you this:
  I too shall float upon that heavenly sea
    And sing my joyful praises without ache;
  Your overflow of joy shall gladden me,
    My whole heart shall sing praises for your sake
And find its own fulfilment in your bliss.