With wrecks in a garret I'm stranded, Where, no longer returning a face, I take to reflections the deeper On memories far to retrace. In me have all people confided, The maiden her charms has displayed, And truths unrevealed and unuttered To me have been freely betrayed. Some truths I might tell of the toilet Did not tenderness make me forget; But the glance of proud beauty slow fading It dies not away from me yet; Nor the eyes too long ceasing to shine, -- Soliciting, shunning, well knowing that mine Were too candid to flatter when met. But pledged unto trueness forever, My confessional close as the friar's, How sacred to me are the trusting, Here nothing for scandal transpires. But ah, what of all that is perished, Nor less shall again be, again! What pangs after parties of pleasure, What smiles but disclosures of pain! O, the tears of the hopeless unloved, O, the start at old age drawing near -- And what shadows of thoughts more tragical far Like clouds on a lake have been here! Tho' lone in a loft I must languish Far from closet and parlor at strife, Content I escape from the anguish Of the Real and the Seeming in life. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 45 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH MYSTERY: 2 by ANNE MILLAY BREMER NORTH WIND, SOUTH WIND by MARY BISHOP BULLARD MISS NOBODY'S CHRISTMAS DINNER by WILLIAM ALLEN BUTLER THE LAKE AT ZURICH by JAMES COCHRANE |