"O LOVE, lean thou thy cheek to mine, And let the tears together flow" -- Such was the song you sang to me Once, long ago. Such was the song you sang ; and yet (O be not wroth !) I scarcely knew What sounds flow'd forth ; I only felt That you were you. I scarcely knew your hair was gold, Nor of the heavens' own blue your eyes. Sylvia and song, divinely mixt, Made Paradise. These things I scarcely knew ; to-day, When love is lost and hope is fled, The song you sang so long ago Rings in my head. Clear comes each note and true ; to-day, As in a picture I behold Your tur'd-up chin, and small, sweet head Misty with gold. I see how your dear eyes grew deep, How your lithe body thrilled and swayed, And how were whiter than the keys Your hands that played. . . . Ah, sweetest ! cruel have you been, And robbed my life of many things. I will not chide ; ere this I knew That Love had wings. You've robbed my life of many things -- Of love and hope, of fame and pow'r. So be it, sweet. You cannot steal One golden hour. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG: WOO'D AND MARRIED AND A' by JOANNA BAILLIE DEJECTION by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES SONNET TO GEORGE SAND: 2. A DESIRE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING LORD, HEAR MY PRAYER; A PARAPHRASE OF THE 102ND PSALM by JOHN CLARE TO MUSIC [TO BECALM HIS FEVER] by ROBERT HERRICK ANIMAL TRANQUILITY AND DECAY; A SKETCH by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH SONG OF AN ATOM by JOSEPHINE BARNETT CLIO, NINE ECLOGUES IN HONOUR OF NINE VIRTUES: 9. OF HUMILITY by WILLIAM BASSE |