Out on the glassy surface of the lake The curling scrolls of foam roll lazily, Bizarre these waters, ominous, opaque, Where hid in deeps my soul loves crazily. Strange and endearing that lorn littoral Whose whirling spirals woo the stony sands And love's weft fancies' intricate cabal Play wanton poetry into my hands. As a green tree is dark and serious, Umbrageous holding wind-tossed cryptic charms, My sombre being thrills mysterious When love capricious breathes within my arms. Her I possess is not this woman here, Her hair, her laughter curving as a scroll, That changeful beauty, maddening and austere In my eyes' mirror, is but my own soul. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WANDER-LOVERS by RICHARD HOVEY WHAT OF THE DARKNESS?; TO THE HAPPY DEAD PEOPLE by RICHARD THOMAS LE GALLIENNE THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 83. BARREN SPRING by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI OPPORTUNITY by EDWARD ROWLAND SILL PAN'S PIPING by ALCAEUS OF MESSENE SEVEN SAD SONNETS: 7. THEY MEET AGAIN by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS |