I saw the flesh that made the lover burn, The eyes that sent him like a hound astray Over wan hills, the hands for whose return He shall be waiting on the judgment day; Here were the colors and the measurements Required for his ruin, the sure accord Of properties to blind him, eye and sense, The atom edged to slaughter like the sword. For granting all her grace, there stands at last Only a formula—she, the pre-destined whim Of his delight—grown strange, portentous, vast— Equation dark, how personal to him, Of Beauty lost, earth rent, the Heavens void! X equals A—and so, he is destroyed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...QUATORZAINS: 5. TO NIGHT by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES JACOBITE'S TOAST (TO AN OFFICER IN THE ARMY) by JOHN BYROM THE COCK AND THE FOX, OR THE TALE OF THE NUN'S PRIEST by GEOFFREY CHAUCER TO CORINTH by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE LITTLE GHOST by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY MILK FOR THE CAT by HAROLD MONRO |