I ne'er was struck before that hour With love so sudden and so sweet. Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower And stole my heart away complete. My face turned pale as deadly pale, My legs refused to walk away, And when she looked "What could I ail?" My life and all seemed turned to clay. And then my blood rushed to my face And took my eyesight quite away. The trees and bushes round the place Seemed midnight at noonday. I could not see a single thing, Words from my eyes did start; They spoke as chords do from the string And blood burnt round my heart. Are flowers the winter's choice? Is love's bed always snow? She seemed to hear my silent voice Not love's appeals to know. I never saw so sweet a face As that I stood before: My heart has left its dwelling-place And can return no more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VISIONARY by EMILY JANE BRONTE THE VICTOR AT ANTIETAM [SEPTEMBER 17, 1862] by HERMAN MELVILLE ON THE DEATH OF DR. SWIFT by JONATHAN SWIFT QUATRAIN: SPENDTHRIFT by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH CHRISTMAS EVE by ROBERT BROWNING DESOLATED GARDENS by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON THE ULTIMATE NATION by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON THE BUSTS OF GOETHE AND SCHILLER IN WALHALLA by WILLIAM ALLEN BUTLER |