Because she spoke no word, but parted wide Her tantalising lips, and '@3ces yeux verts,'@1 Which the romantic poet Baudelaire Would have held half divine, methought I spied A fault in her; methought she gently tried To scout my love with smiling sedulous care, For that her fancy had gone otherwhere, And I had grown a shadow at her side. So long I begged her in my desperate fear For one kind word, one sigh, one tremulous breath. 'An you be shy, sweet, whisper in mine ear!' I said in anguish. Then quite suddenly She spake out loud:—'I have given my love to thee: Nothing shall change it till the change of Death!' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOLY THURSDAY, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE EMULATION by SARAH FYGE EGERTON HOMAGE TO THE BRITISH MUSEUM by WILLIAM EMPSON THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 71 by OMAR KHAYYAM TO THE MEN OF KENT by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |