On what sweet banks were thy pure fancies fed, What world of smiling light has been thy home; In what fair land of rainbows wert thou bred, From what green land of cuckoos art thou come? By all that shining wonder in thine eyes, Baffled and vexed I stand before thy smile; Thy thoughts, like angels, guard thee from surprise, We see them not, yet feel them all the while. That smile which, like the sun on everything, Now falls on me with no increased delight, Must either go behind a cloud and bring Death to my hopes or give my love more light. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TRAGEDY OF VALENTINIAN: THE POWER OF LOVE by JOHN FLETCHER INDIFFERENCE by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY LAMENT OF THE IRISH EMIGRANT by HELEN SELINA SHERIDAN THE QUAKER WIDOW by BAYARD TAYLOR TO THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON ON HEARING HIM MISPRAISED by MATTHEW ARNOLD GRANDMOTHER'S TEACHING by ALFRED AUSTIN |