BY the Feal's wave benighted, Not a star in the skies, To thy door by Love lighted, I first saw those eyes. Some voice whispered o'er me, As the threshold I crost, There was ruin before me; If I loved, I was lost. Love came, and brought sorrow Too soon in his train; Yet so sweet that to-morrow 'T were welcome again. Though misery's full measure My portion should be, I would drain it with pleasure, If poured out by thee. You who call it dishonor To bow to this flame, If you've eyes, look but on her, And blush while you blame. Hath the pearl less whiteness Because of its birth? Hath the violet less brightness For growing near earth? No, -- man for his glory To ancestry flies; But woman's bright story Is told in her eyes. While the monarch but traces Through mortals his line, Beauty, born of the Graces, Ranks next to divine! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPIGRAMS: BOOK I, 1 by MARCUS VALERIUS MARTIALIS BEDOUIN [LOVE] SONG by BAYARD TAYLOR PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 2D SERIES: 56 by EDWARD TAYLOR THE PALACE OF ART by ALFRED TENNYSON PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 24. AR-RAFI by EDWIN ARNOLD |