Philosophers are lined with eyes within And being so the sage unmakes the man He is in love he cannot therefore cease his trade Scarce the first blush has overspread his cheek He feels it, introverts his learned eye To catch the unconscious heart in the very act His mother died, the only friend he had Some tears escaped but his philosophy Couched like a cat sat watching close behind And throttled all his passion. Is't not like That devil-spider that devours her mate Scarce freed from her embraces | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PRICE OF WOMEN by KAREN SWENSON LAST LINES OF THOMAS INGOLDSBY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: A DRIFTER OFF TARENTUM by RUDYARD KIPLING LITTLE GIFFEN by FRANCIS ORRERY TICKNOR THE WHITE BIRDS by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE HILLS by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN |