Oh give me back the days when loose and free To my blind passion were the curb and rein, Oh give me back the angelic face again, With which all virtue buried seems to be! Oh give my panting footsteps back to me, That are in age so slow and fraught with pain, And fire and moisture in the heart and brain, If thou wouldst have me burn and weep for thee! If it be true thou livest alone, Amor, On the sweet-bitter tears of human hearts, In an old man thou canst not wake desire; Souls that have almost reached the other shore Of a diviner love should feel the darts, And be as tinder to a holier fire. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SPIRITUAL by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR A UTILITARIAN VIEW OF THE MONITOR'S FIGHT by HERMAN MELVILLE THE MILKMAID by JEFFREYS TAYLOR THE MAIDEN CITY by CHARLOTTE ELIZABETH TONNA MANASSAS [JULY 21, 1861] by CATHERINE ANNE WARFIELD TO A WITHERED ROSE by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: A NIGHT-SCENE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES EXPEDITIONAL by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB DIS ALITER VISUM; OR, LE BYRON DE NOS JOURS by ROBERT BROWNING |