That lovely pallor which soft smiles have striven To mantle in a rosy veil of dew, With such high royalty to me was given, My heart paid homage ere it wonder knew. Then was revealed to me that we would bid Each other welcome thus in Paradise ; Her gracious thought was fashioned to be hid From others, though apparent to my eyes. All heavenly favours, every modest grace E'er mirrored in beloved lady's face, Were nought compared with this of which I tell; Downwards in silence her sweet glances fell, And yet in them a meaning seemed to be: "Why doth my faithful friend go forth from me?" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WENDELL PHILLIPS by AMOS BRONSON ALCOTT FOR CHARLIE'S SAKE by JOHN WILLIAMSON PALMER THE SEARCH FOR LEAVEN by ALTER ABELSON THE COMING OF LOVE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE OLD GARDEN by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN |