PASSION? not hers, within whose virgin eyes All Eden lay.--And I remember how I drank the Heaven of her gaze with sighs-- She never sighed, nor gave me kiss or vow. So have I seen a clear October pool, Cold, liquid topaz, set within the sear Gold of the woodland, tremorless and cool, Reflecting all the heartbreak of the year. Sweetheart? not she whose voice was music sweet; Whose face was sweeter than melodious prayer. Sweetheart I called her.--When did she repeat Sweet to one hope or heart to one despair? So have I seen a rose set round with thorn, Sung to and sung to by a bird of spring, And when, breast-pierced, the bird lay all forlorn, The rose bloomed on, fair and unnoticing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON WORDSWORTH by DAVID HARTLEY COLERIDGE SONNET: TO HIS LUTE by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN WHEN DE CO'N PONE'S HOT by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: EDITOR WHEDON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SHADOWS by WILLIAM HERVEY ALLEN JR. |