I CANNOT tell, of twain beneath this bond, Which one in grief the other goes beyond, -- Narcissus, who to end the pain he bore Died of the love that could not help him more; Or I, that pine because I cannot see The lady who is queen and love to me. Nay -- for Narcissus, in the forest pond Seeing his image, made entreaty fond, "Beloved, comfort on my longing pour": So for a while he soothed his passion sore; So cannot I, for all too far is she -- The lady who is queen and love to me. But since that I have Love's true colours donned, I in his service will not now despond, For in extremes Love yet can all restore: So till her beauty walks the world no more All day remembered in my hope shall be The lady who is queen and love to me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STANZAS by GEORGE GORDON BYRON PHANTOM by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE PARADOX by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE SONG OF SHERMAN'S ARMY by CHARLES GRAHAM HALPINE THE VALLEY OF UNREST (2) by EDGAR ALLAN POE NORTHBOUN' by LUCY ARIEL WILLIAMS INDIA by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |