Locks of brown, still bind your captive In the circle of her face! I, beloved sinuous tresses, Naught possess that's worth your grace— But a heart whose love enduring Swells in youthful fervor yet: Snow and mists envelop Etna, Making men the fire forget. Yonder mountain's pride so stately Thou dost shame like dawn's red glow; And its spell once more bids Hatem Thrill of spring and summer know. Once more fill the glass, the flagon! Let me drink to my desire. If she find a heap of ashes, Say, "He perished in her fire!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ASHURNATSIRPAL III by CARL SANDBURG AN AMERICAN IN BANGKOK by KAREN SWENSON THE HERETIC: 4. HUMILITY by LOUIS UNTERMEYER TEARS IN SLEEP by LOUISE BOGAN NURSE'S SONG, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE BLOSSOM, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE POOR POLL by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES |