WHO is Lydia, pray, and who Is Hypatia? Softly, dear, Let me breathe it in your ear -- They are you, and only you. And those other nameless two Walking in Arcadian air -- She that was so very fair? She that had the twilight hair? -- They were you, dear, only you. If I speak of night or day, Grace of fern or bloom of grape, Hanging cloud or fountain spray, Gem or star or glistening dew, Or of mythologic shape, Psyche, Pyrrha, Daphne, say -- I mean you, dear, you, just you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BEACON; A MUSICAL DRAMA by JOANNA BAILLIE THE NINETEENTH OF APRIL, 1861 by LUCY LARCOM THE COURTSHIP OF THE YONGHY-BONGHY-BO by EDWARD LEAR CURE FOR AFFLICTIONS by ARCHILOCHUS MORE WALKS by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM DOOMSDAY by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |