I LOVED you: men have writ and women have said they loved, but as the Pythoness stands by the altar, intense and may not move, till the fumes pass over; and may not falter nor break, till the priest has caught the words that mar or make a deme or a ravaged town; so I, though my knees tremble, my heart break, must note the rumbling, heed only the shuddering down in the fissure beneath the rock of the temple floor; must wait and watch and may not turn nor move, nor break from my trance to speak so slight, so sweet, so simple a word as love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPISTLE TO AUGUSTA by GEORGE GORDON BYRON IN MAY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE OLD FAMILIAR FACES by CHARLES LAMB THE WATCHERS ON THE ROAD by MAXWELL STRUTHERS BURT THE OLD WOMAN OF TROYES by WILLIAM ALLEN BUTLER ARCHITECTS by EDITH CLAIRE CAM |