I THOU art fair, and few are fairer Of the nymphs of earth or ocean; They are robes that fit the wearer -- Those soft limbs of thine, whose motion Ever falls and shifts and glances As the life within them dances. II Thy deep eyes, a double Planet, Gaze the wisest into madness With soft clear fire; the winds that fan it Are those thoughts of tender gladness Which, like zephyrs on the billow, Make thy gentle soul their pillow. III If, whatever face thou paintest In those eyes, grows pale with pleasure, If the fainting soul is faintest When it hears thy harp's wild measure, Wonder not that when thou speakest Of the weak my heart is weakest. IV As dew beneath the wind of morning, As the sea which whirlwinds waken, As the birds at thunder's warning, As aught mute yet deeply shaken, As one who feels an unseen spirit, -- Is my heart when thine is near it. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHRISTMAS EVERYWHERE by PHILLIPS BROOKS ASOLANDO: EPILOGUE by ROBERT BROWNING SATIRES OF CIRCUMSTANCE: 2. IN CHURCH by THOMAS HARDY NEW YORK AT NIGHT by AMY LOWELL SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: EDITOR WHEDON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS EPISTLE TO MRS. BLOUNT, WITH THE WORKS OF VOITURE by ALEXANDER POPE |