Ah Biancha! now I see, It is Noone and past with me In a while it will strike one; Then Biancha, I am gone. Some effusions let me have, Offer'd on my holy Grave; Then, Biancha, let me rest With my face towards the East. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PRIESTHOOD by GEORGE HERBERT CROSSING THE PLAINS by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER WHEN THE COWS COME HOME by AGNES E. MITCHELL IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 106 by ALFRED TENNYSON BY WAY OF EXPLANATION by VIRGINIA A. ALLIN GREEK POETESSES by ANTIPATER OF THESSALONICA VACANT STALL by ELIZABETH WILCOX BEASLEY |