Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry.
Volume II. Love. 1904. | | | | VIII. Wedded Love | Sonnets
III. “I thought our love at full, but I did err” | | James Russell Lowell (1819–1891) |
| | | I THOUGHT our love at full, but I did err; | |
| Joy’s wreath drooped o’er mine eyes; I could not see | |
| That sorrow in our happy world must be | |
| Love’s deepest spokesman and interpreter. | |
| But, as a mother feels her child first stir | 5 |
| Under her heart, so felt I instantly | |
| Deep in my soul another bond to thee | |
| Thrill with that life we saw depart from her; | |
| O mother of our angel child! twice dear! | |
| Death knits as well as parts, and still, I wis, | 10 |
| Her tender radiance shall infold us here, | |
| Even as the light, borne up by inward bliss, | |
| Threads the void glooms of space without a fear, | |
| To print on farthest stars her pitying kiss. | | | | |
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