I DID believe I was in heav'n, When first the heav'n herself was giv'n, That in my heart her beams did pass As some the sun keep in a glass, So that her beauties thorough me Did hurt my rival-enemy. But fate, alas! decreed it so, That I was engine to my woe; For as a corner'd crystal spot My heart diaphanous was not, But solid stuff, where her eye flings Quick fire upon the catching strings: Yet, as at triumphs in the night, You see the prince's arms in light, So when I once was set on flame, I burnt all o'er the letters of her name. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COUSIN NANCY by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT THE OLD CLOCK ON THE STAIRS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW ODES II, 14 by QUINTUS HORATIUS FLACCUS FUNERAL by ETHEL SKIPTON BARRINGER KNIFE OF NOSTALGIA by AVANELLE WILMETH BLAIR |