Doubt Me! My Dim Companion!
poem 275
Doubt Me! My Dim Companion! Why, God, would be content With but a fraction of the Life Poured thee, without a stint The whole of me forever What more the Woman can, Say quick, that I may dower thee With last Delight I own! It cannot be my Spirit For that was thine, before I ceded all of Dust I knew What Opulence the more Had I a freckled Maiden, Whose farthest of Degree, Was that she might Some distant Heaven, Dwell timidly, with thee! Sift her, from Brow to Barefoot! Strain till your last Surmise Drop, like a Tapestry, away, Before the Fire’s Eyes Winnow her finest fondness But hallow just the snow Intact, in Everlasting flake Oh, Caviler, for you!
Doubt Me! My Dim Companion! - meaning Summary
A Lover's Urgent Plea
The speaker urgently challenges a skeptical companion—addressed as God or intimate critic—asking why only a portion of her life should suffice when she offers herself completely. She distinguishes spirit from body, imagines a modest maiden reduced and examined, and dares the companion to strip away every exterior trait. After every test she demands that the core, a pure enduring affection or self, remain intact and be accepted as final delight.
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