May this inspired acrostic prove A perfect token of my love Return thy torch allmost expired Yet find by whom thou art admired My soul of love would fly to thee Constrained thy winning form to see Like pan whose destiny was grief Exploring nature for relief And sure when thee my love has found Nought else in life can heal the wound When on the constelations I cast my eyes afar Than I can tell My bonny belle The queen of every star When I look from the mountain On nature's lofty tower Then I can tell My bonny belle The queen of every flower When gazing from the window On blooms both low and tall Then I can tell My charming belle The fairest one of all Mr. Torence | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TROY TOWN by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE EVE OF BUNKER HILL [JUNE 16, 1775] by CLINTON SCOLLARD WHITE GRASS by ADA BAZZACCHINI THE THYROID GLAND by GAMALIEL BRADFORD THE LAMENT OF JUDAH by MARY ELIZABETH BROOKS |