I saw thee, and the night turned not to day, Thy bright eyes put not out the tapers' light, Haply the hearth-flame only gave me sight Of thee, and thy sweet smile, and nameless way. Thou spokest, and I blanched not, but could say, 'All's well with me. How goes the world to-night?' No tremour seized me, I could feign aright Nor sobbing on thy breast my sorrows lay, But with thy going patience vanished too And in thine absence still my travail grew, Then rose the heavy groan, the bitter tear. Yet then with each new moon I could renew My soul: but how shall I survive the year Now thou art twice as far and thrice as dear? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BOLDNESS IN LOVE by THOMAS CAREW THE BUNCH OF GRAPES by GEORGE HERBERT SONNET: THE EVENING STAR by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 12 by OMAR KHAYYAM AN ESSAY ON CRITICISM by ALEXANDER POPE SONNET: 'EVEN THIS WILL PASS AWAY' by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH TO A DOG by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD QUATORZAINS: 11. A CLOCK STRIKING AT MIDNIGHT by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |