I SENT a ring -- a little band Of emerald and ruby stone, And bade it, sparkling on thy hand, Tell thee sweet tales of one Whose constant memory Was full of loveliness, and thee. A shell was graven on its gold, -- 'Twas Cupid fix'd without his wings -- To Helene once it would have told More than was ever told by rings: But now all 's past and gone, Her love is buried with that stone. Thou shalt not see the tears that start From eyes by thoughts like these beguiled; Thou shalt not know the beating heart, Ever a victim and a child: Yet Helene, love, believe The heart that never could deceive. I'll hear thy voice of melody In the sweet whispers of the air; I'll see the brightness of thine eye In the blue evening's dewy star; In crystal streams thy purity; And look on Heaven to look on thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DESERTED PLANTATION by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE ROSARY by ROBERT CAMERON ROGERS THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 98. HE AND I by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: EPILOGUE by ALFRED TENNYSON TIPPERARY: 5. BY OUR OWN EUGENE FIELD by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS TO HIMSELF; AN ODE by ANACREON A NYMPH TO A YOUNG SHEPHERD, INSENSIBLE OF LOVE by PHILIP AYRES HON. MR. SUCKLETHUMBKIN'S STORY: THE EXECUTION; A SPORTING ANECDOTE by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |