His face was glad as dawn to me, His breath was sweet as dusk to me, His eyes were burning flames to me, Shule, Shule, Shule, agrah! The broad noon-day was night to me, The full-moon night was dark to me, The stars whirled and the poles span The hour God took him far from me. Perhaps he dreams in heaven now, Perhaps he doth in worship bow, A white flame round his foam-white brow, Shule, Shule, Shule, agrah! I laugh to think of him like this, Who once found all his joy and bliss Against my heart, against my kiss, Shule, Shule, Shule, agrah! Star of my joy, art still the same Now thou hast gotten a new name? Pulse of my heart, my Blood, my Flame, Shule, Shule, Shule, agrah! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPISTLE TO JAMES SMITH by ROBERT BURNS TO HESTER [SAVORY] by CHARLES LAMB THE BELLS OF YOUTH by WILLIAM SHARP FRIAR JEROME'S BEAUTIFUL BOOK; A.D. 1200 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PERPLEXITY by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA THE LONE BUTTE by EVA K. ANGLESBURG THE LORD OF THOULOUSE; A LEGEND OF LANGUEDOC by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |