FROM mask to mask, amid the masquerade, Young Passion went with challenging, soft breath: "Art Love?" he whispered; "art thou Love, sweet maid?" Then Love, with glittering eyelids, "I am Death." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHRIST IN THE UNIVERSE by ALICE MEYNELL ROBIN REDBREAST by MOTHER GOOSE KEATS (1) by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE COQUETTE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 39. AL-HAFIZ by EDWIN ARNOLD MR. PETER'S STORY: THE BAGMAN'S DOG by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |