Thou, too, O bronze-eyed darling of the feast, Under the deep, brown leaves and faded sky At last wilt lie, Forgetful of the joy thy beauty leased. But ere that time, how many times, alas, Wilt thou with careless hand sweep all the vain, Taut strings of pain That are my heart nor hear the hurt chords pass. Almost I wish to-day that thou didst lie Beyond the leaves, unsummonably still -- So well, so ill I love thy loveliness that hears no cry. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MOTLEY by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE KENTUCKY BELLE by CONSTANCE FENIMORE WOOLSON IN THE BELFRY OF THE NIEUWE KERK by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH A SESTINA, IN IMITAION OF SIG. FRA. PETRARCA by PHILIP AYRES THE BITER BIT by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN THE AFFECTIONATE SHEPHERD; OR COMPLAINT OF DAPHNIS by RICHARD BARNFIELD DEDICATIONS AND INSCRIPTIONS: 2. EPILOGUE: 5TH OCTOBER 1896 by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |