Alea Jacta

Dearest, I know thee wise and good,
Beloved by all the best;
With fancy like Ithuriel's spear,
A judgment proof 'gainst rage or fear,
Heart firm through many a stormy year,
And conscience calm in rest.

Why should I let my wayward feet
Cross the fair threshold of thy life?
My hopes and cares of little worth
Drag down thy heavenlier part to earth,
And, like strange discord marring mirth,
Fill thy sweet soul with strife?

But though such fears will cloud my brain,
Nay, though stern Time their truth should prove,
Yet none the less I bid thee take
My life into thine own, forsake
Thy high heart, bid it beat and break,
Like mine, but, like mine, love!

Poem topics: , , , , , , ,

Rate this poem:

Add Alea Jacta poem to your favorites

Add Poet Alfred Austin to your favorites

Popular Poets

Winifred Letts (1 poems)
Gaspara Stampa (0 poems)
Alfred Castner King (57 poems)
Henrik Johan Ibsen (7 poems)
John Davidson (6 poems)
Ngobi Isaac (0 poems)
Sir Walter Raleigh (16 poems)
Rabindranath Tagore (0 poems)
Anonymous English (4 poems)
Harold Hart Crane (1 poems)

Popular Poems

The Song Of Hiawatha: Introduction And Vocabulary, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Soul's Superior Instants, by Emily Dickinson
Song, by Rainer Maria Rilke
Under The Figtree, by Henry Kendall
The Cow, by Ann Taylor
On Seeing A Piece Of Our Heavy Artillery Brought Into Action, by Wilfred Owen
The way Hope builds his House, by Emily Dickinson
from The Book of Questions, by Pablo Neruda
An Ode, by Matthew Prior
Weep Not Too Much, by Anne Brontë