WHY that neck of marble whiteness, Why that hair of sunny brightness, Form of perfect mould; Why those fringed eyelids screening, Lights of love and liquid meaning, While the heart is cold? Shame on her whose pride or malice With a lover's anguish dallies! Scorn our scatter'd reason rallies: Thou shalt mourn thy tyrant sallies, Ere that thou art old -- young Alice, Ere that thou art old! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAST CHRYSANTHEMUM by THOMAS HARDY THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 27 by OMAR KHAYYAM EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 8. BE QUICK AND SURE by PHILIP AYRES NEVADA by HELENA GRACE BRADLEY THE RIVER by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |