WHEN he lit the candles there, And the light fell on his hand, And it trembled as he scanned Her and me, his vanquished air Hinted that his dream was done, And I saw he had begun To understand. When Love's viol was unstrung, Sore I wished the hand that shook Had been mine that shared her book While that evening hymn was sung, His the victor's, as he lit Candles where he had bidden us sit With vanquished look. Now her dust lies listless there, His afar from tending hand, What avails the victory scanned? Does he smile from upper air: 'Ah, my friend, your dream is done; And 'tis you who have begun To understand!' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ILKA BLADE O' GRASS KEPS ITS AIN DRAP O' DEW by JAMES BALLANTYNE OPPORTUNITY by NICCOLO MACHIAVELLI THE TEARES OF THE MUSES by EDMUND SPENSER TO QUILCA; A COUNTRY HOUSE IN NO GOOD REPAIR by JONATHAN SWIFT POPPY: FANTASTIC EXTRAVAGANCE by FRANCIS THOMPSON THE MORAL FABLES: THE FOX, THE WOLF, AND THE CADGER by AESOP |