WHEN do I see thee most, beloved one? When in the light the spirits of mine eyes Before thy face, their altar, solemnize The worship of that Love through thee made known? Or when, in the dusk hours (we two alone), Close-kissed, and eloquent of still replies Thy twilight-hidden glimmering visage lies, And my soul only sees thy soul its own? O love, my love! if I no more should see Thyself, nor on the earth the shadow of thee, Nor image of thine eyes in any spring, -- How then should sound upon Life's darkening slope The ground-whirl of the perished leaves of Hope, The wind of Death's imperishable wing! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...APOLLO AT LAX by KAREN SWENSON IDYLL 1. LAMENT FOR ADONIS by BION THE VISION OF JUDGEMENT by GEORGE GORDON BYRON AD PATRIAM by CLINTON SCOLLARD THE BALLAD OF THE FOXHUNTER by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |