@2D@1ID he, madonna, on thy bosom turning, Look in thy woman-eyes and see soft fires Glowing and melting, passioning and yearning, Lit with the mother-light of far desires? O did he fix his still regard upon them, Learning their meanings manifold and strange, Climbing with wonder up to count and con them Ere they should vanish and the moment change? The visions that thy soul revealed him then, Though thou hast died, madonna, may never die: They dwell eternal in pure Imogen, Cordelia's truth and Desdemona's sigh, Rosalind's Arden, Miranda's island wave, Girlish Ophelia's love, and Juliet's grave. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WIND AND WINDOW FLOWER by ROBERT FROST THE BLACK RIDERS: 1 by STEPHEN CRANE ON SOMETHING THAT WALKS SOMEWHERE by BEN JONSON KEATS; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW JOURNEY by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY BEAUTIFUL WOMEN by WALT WHITMAN MIRTH by EDITH COURTENAY BABBITT SILVIO'S COMPLAINT: A SONG, TO A FINE SCOTCH TUNE by APHRA BEHN |