HE loved her, having felt his love begin With that first look, -- as lover oft avers. He made pale flowers his pleading ministers, Impressed sweet music, drew the springtime in To serve his suit; but when he could not win, Forgot her face and those gray eyes of hers; And at her name his pulse no longer stirs, And life goes on as though she had not been. She never loved him; but she loved Love so, So reverenced Love, that all her being shook At his demand whose entrance she denied. Her thoughts of him such tender color took As western skies that keep the afterglow. The words he spoke were with her till she died. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN ODE TO THE FRAMERS OF THE FRAME BILL by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE SUICIDE by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY SONNET: 13. TO MR. H. LAWES, ON HIS AIRS by JOHN MILTON SONNET: 55 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE PRAYER AFTER YOUTH by MAXWELL ANDERSON PSALM 85 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 17 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |