For her these lines are penned, whose luminous eyes, Bright and expressive as the stars of Leda, Shall find her own sweet name that, nestling, lies Upon this page, enwrapped from every reader. Search narrowly these words, which hold a treasure Divine -- a talisman, an amulet That must be worn @3at heart@1. Search well the measure -- The words -- the letters themselves. Do not forget The smallest point, or you may lose your labor. And yet there is in this no Gordian knot Which one might not undo without a sabre If one could merely understand the plot. Upon the open page on which are peering Such sweet eyes now, there lies, I say, @3perdu,@1 A musical name oft uttered in the hearing Of poets, by poets -- for the name is a poet's too. In common sequence set, the letters lying, Compose a sound delighting all to hear -- Ah, this you'd have no trouble in descrying Were you not something, of a dunce, my dear -- And now I leave these riddles to their Seer. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: IPPOLIT KONOVALOFF by EDGAR LEE MASTERS GASCOIGNE'S GOOD MORROW by GEORGE GASCOIGNE THE GOOD SHEPHERD by FELIX LOPE DE VEGA CARPIO TO GOD AND IRELAND TRUE by ELLEN O'LEARY PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 30. AL-HADIL by EDWIN ARNOLD TRAVELLING GIPSIES by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE PARTY CARD NO. 224332 by ALEXANDR ILYICH BEZYMENSKY |