An intolerable singing From an ancient haunted lawn Where the ghost-moths whitely winging Cross a moon-dial forlorn, Drew me from you as you trifled With the jasmin in your hair, Dreaming that your beauty rifled All my sense and held me there; But I left you; and, escaping With a lost tune in my head, Set my memory reshaping The old dances of the dead. And the intolerable singing Heard across that haunted lawn, Drew me to the ghost-moths winging, Round that moon-dial forlorn. Over me the clouds were running Races with the naked stars, And dark Yews were making cunning Love to whispering Deodars. And the ghost-moths drugged my reason, And I danced to that old tune Malice dances full of treason Round that dial of the moon! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 8 by EZRA POUND TEARS IN SLEEP by LOUISE BOGAN SIGISMONDA AND GUISCARDO by GIOVANNI BOCCACCIO OVER THE HILL TO THE POOR-HOUSE by WILLIAM MCKENDREE CARLETON THE MARTYR; INDICATIVE OF PASSION OF PEOPLES APRIL 15, 1865 by HERMAN MELVILLE THE WATER-LILY by JOHN BANISTER TABB |