AS in some cavern dark and deep, My soul within me here lies low, Where, veiled, she dreams in wondrous sleep Of things I may not know. And if perchance she wake awhile, I probe her radiant eyes in vain: She turns from me with misty smile And, sighing, sleeps again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UNDER THE SHADE OF THE TREES [MAY 10, 1863] by MARGARET JUNKIN PRESTON THE LANDLADY'S DAUGHTER by JOHANN LUDWIG UHLAND THE MAYFLOWERS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER LILIES: 2. MY SWORD by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) TO THE MEMORY OF CHARLES BROCKDEN BROWN by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |