She had amid her ringlets bound Green leaves to rival their dark hue; How could such locks with beauty bound Dry up their dew, Wither them through and through? She had within her dark eyes lit Sweet fires to burn all doubt away; Yet did those fires, in darkness lit, Burn but a day, Not even till twilight stay. She had within a dusk of words A vow in simple splendour set; How, in the memory of such words, Could she forget That vow -- the soul of it? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR ONCE, THEN, SOMETHING by ROBERT FROST THE BUSY HEART by RUPERT BROOKE ASOLANDO: SUMMUM BONUM by ROBERT BROWNING CLOTHES DO BUT CHEAT AND COZEN US by ROBERT HERRICK THE PORTENT by HERMAN MELVILLE |