So sweet is thy discourse to me, And so delightful is thy sight, As I taste nothing right but thee. O why invented Nature light? Was it alone for beauty's sake, That her graced words might better take? No more can I old joys recall: They now to me become unknown, Not seeming to have been at all. Alas! how soon is this love grown To such a spreading height in me As with it all must shadowed be! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WISDOM COMETH WITH THE YEARS by COUNTEE CULLEN PARIS IN SPRING by SARA TEASDALE ALEXANDER CRUMMELL - DEAD by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE LAKE (VERSION 2) by EDGAR ALLAN POE SUMMER NIGHT, RIVERSIDE by SARA TEASDALE THE THORN by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |