I played a crazy tune To the river-weeds. I played it to the moon, And the sad dark reeds. And the face that for so long Has vexed me hour by hour Like the rhyme of a lost song, Like the scent of a dead flower, Drew near me; and the cold Lethean, lamentable Lilt of my love-song old, To give me her lips was able! But I played a note too high Or I played a note too low -- And the same moon looks down from the sky And the same waters flow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BALLAD OF HUMAN LIFE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE MOON by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON HOMAGE TO QUINTUS SEPTIMIUS FLORENTIS CHRISTIANUS: TROY by AGATHIAS SCHOLASTICUS ON A MINIATURE by HENRY AUGUSTIN BEERS THE WISDOM OF MERLYN by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT ON THE FALL OF MAN by JOHN BYROM TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. OVER THE GREAT CITY by EDWARD CARPENTER |