THE zones of warmth around his heart, No alien airs had crossed; But he awoke one morn to feel The magic numbness of autumnal frost. His thoughts were a loose skein of threads, And tangled emotions, vague and dim; And sacrificing what he loved He lost the dearest part of him. In sculptured worship now he lives, His one desire a prisoned ache; If he can never melt again His very heart will break. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CORPORATE ENTITY by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH POOR MAILIE'S ELEGY by ROBERT BURNS THE BRIDGE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW BALLAD OF THE GOODLY FERE by EZRA POUND THE TALENTED MAN by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED EPIGRAM: 27. THE FRUIT by THOMAS WYATT WHEN THE FOLKS COME ALONG by FREDERICK L. ALLEN |