Not for your tender eyes that shine, Nor for your red lips pulsing wine, I love you, dear: your soul divine, In sweet captivity, holds mine! The tender eyes have lost their glow, The flagons of the lips run low, The autumn trembles in the air,— @3A woman passes solitaire!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BLIND by EDGAR LEE MASTERS A HUNDRED COLLARS by ROBERT FROST TO DAFFODILS by ROBERT HERRICK SAILING BEYOND SEAS (OLD STYLE) by JEAN INGELOW RORY O'MORE; OR, ALL FOR GOOD LUCK by SAMUEL LOVER ON THOSE THAT HATED 'THE PLAYBOY OF THE WESTERN WORLD' by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |