HAD it been you Surely I must have known I should have known you even in some wild Bold bright disguise. Could you (how could you?) even deceive my eyes My thoughts had known, Sudden towards you had flown In merry and sweet surprise. Had it been you I know I must have known. A poor wretch seven days blinded feels the light Fingering his eyes, Feels the earth's pleasantness before him rise. ... Your breath had crept Into my body though I slept, Or laboured with dull eyes. —Unless the thought of you Possessing me with peace Made all things else empty and purposeless. So that my eyes, Dazzled therewith as by deep starry skies, Saw nothing more, Not even the body's grace you bore Gloriously before my eyes. Yes, the thought of you (Boldly shall I confess?) Than mere possession of you is how much more Never such bliss As when my thoughts upgathering your thoughts kiss, And you so simply turn to me As the clear moon to the unhedged sea— Your eyes and my eyes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ESTRANGEMENT by WILLIAM WATSON EARLY VENEZIAN DETAIL by GORDON BOTTOMLEY KITTY'S SUMMERING by HENRY CUYLER BUNNER HIS STORY by JOHN PHILIP BURKE TO MY LITTLE SON by RALPH CHAPLIN PORTRAITURE by ANITA SCOTT COLEMAN OLD COUNTRY ROADS by NELLIE I. CRABB |