I HAVE known various loves of women. One Gave all her soul (she said), but kept intact Her marble lips, and ever seemed to shun Love's blandishments, as if his lightest act Were fatal to his life. Another gave All luxury of love that woman's art Could lend in aid of Beauty's kisses -- save What she, alas! had not -- a loving heart. Poor, dear, dead flowers! One with no root in earth; And one no breath of Heaven's sustaining air; No marvel briefly they survived their birth; And then my true-love came (O wondrous fair Beyond the twain!) whose soul and sense unite In perfect bloom for Love's supreme delight. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ONCE IN A WAY by ANTIPHILUS OF BYZANTIUM AN IMITATION OF SPENCER by JOHN ARMSTRONG POEM, READ THE SOLDIERS' WELCOME, FRANKLIN, NEW YORK, AUG. 5, 1865 by B. H. BARNES ON RHYME AND BLANK VERSE by JOHN BYROM ON SEEING A PICTURE OF THE VIRGIN MARY; A FRAGMENT by LUCRETIA MARIA DAVIDSON FLIRTING by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES ADAM AND EVE by ELEAZAR DEXTER |