Out of the countless teeming throng Of women sweetly fair Is one, just one alone, who stands Undimmed and shining there. There may have been no lover's tryst No touch of pulsing hand But there are surges in the soul The heart may understand. Perhaps you saw her in the rush Of by-gone yesterday ... In each man's life one woman is A haunting memory. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HILL WIFE: LONELINESS by ROBERT FROST HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 38 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH TO NATURE by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH LOVE POEMS: 11 by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) ON A PIECE OF UNWROUGHT PIPECLAY by JOHN FREDERICK BRYANT A SCENE ON THE BANKS OF THE HUDSON by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT TO MISS JESSY LEWARS by ROBERT BURNS |