I never shall forget that night -- Mid-April, four years gone: Nor how your eyes were bright, too bright, And how the pavement shone. @3Death on you now, death on your brow, Death on your eyes so fair, Death with his thin shadow hands Combing out your hair.@1 O eyes long shut and lip to lip Fastened no more to sing: Old winter turned you in his grip And icy blew your spring. Old winter had you be the throat You could not speak to me Save in a low and whispered note As through a shell the sea. @3Death on you now, death on your brow, Death on your eyes so fair, Death with his thin shadow hands Combing out your hair.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 21 by OMAR KHAYYAM SELF-COMMUNING by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE THE ALBATROSS by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE MEXICAN FUNERAL PROCESSION by BEULAH VICK BICKLEY APPREHENSION by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE HUSBANDMAN'S SONG, FR. KING RENE'S HONEYMOON by GORDON BOTTOMLEY THE ELDER WOMAN'S SONG: 2, FR. KING LEAR'S WIFE by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |