Fanny! If in your arms my soul could slip -- Arms that my love first fancied -- not the grave! Cities of Hate and Madness round me rave; And Love with anguished finger at the lip Fares shelterless! These have my fellowship -- Memory and Loneliness! What's left? To brave Death! But before it Tragedy: not to crave You changed or truly seen! The hemlock drip Of rains upon half-lived or ruined springs, Where you dance, smiling, numbs me now, and soothes Hopes that once sought a beauty gone before. Losses have stripped me! But the vanishings Of winter winds leave me to starry truths -- Who once desired you, but desire no more! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOLES BORED IN A WORKBAG BY THE SCISSORS by MARIANNE MOORE FOR DECORATION DAY: 1898-1899 by RUPERT HUGHES AN ORCHARD AT AVIGNON by AGNES MARY F. ROBINSON THE THREE ENEMIES by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE WIND ON THE HILLS by DORA SIGERSON SHORTER GOOD-BYE MY FANCY! by WALT WHITMAN ON A TORSO OF CUPID by MATHILDE BLIND |