Where is beauty? Gone, gone: The cold winds have taken it With their faint moan; The white stars have shaken it, Trembling down, Into the pathless deeps of the sea: Gone, gone Is beauty from me. The clear naked flower Is faded and dead; The green-leafed willow, Drooping her head, Whispers low to the shade Of her boughs in the stream, Sighing a beauty Secret as dream. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 33 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: THE LAST MESSAGE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON THE SCARLET FEATHER by HAZEL RAWSON CADES CORA LINN, OR THE FALLS OF CLYDE by THOMAS CAMPBELL THE WIND CALLS by EDWIN M. CASE QUATRAIN: BEAUTY by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN THE TOLLMAN'S DAUGHTER by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN |