OH Love, and hast thou conquered my proud heart That did so long deny thy sovereignty? Hast given lordship and command of me Even to another, lesser than thou art? Whose footfall bids the shameful blood upstart To my pale cheeks and beat so clamorously About my head, I cannot hear or see Whose coming 'tis that bids my life depart. Ah me! my heart is as an instrument That only answers one musician's hand, A vision one alone may represent, A cipher but one sage can understand, Yet to this one as blank, as dull, as far, As such dead things to their possessors are! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A WINTER NIGHT by SARA TEASDALE THE YOUNG LAUNDRYMAN by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE WOUNDED CUPID. SONG by ANACREON A PASSER-BY by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES HIS RETURN TO LONDON by ROBERT HERRICK A PETITION TO TIME by BRYAN WALLER PROCTER |