They'd told me he was hoar and old, They'd told me he was weak and worn, And wonder-bound did I behold Him merry as a summer morn. Bound, wonder-bound; but when I found Thine eyes upon his eyes had beam'd, I only had been wonder-bound Had he to me less merry seem'd. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A VALENTINE TO SHERWOOD ANDERSON by GERTRUDE STEIN ODE SUNG IN THE TOWN HALL, CONCORD, JULY 4, 1857 by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE FROGS: THE FROGS' SONG by ARISTOPHANES THE WATERS OF H. BAPTISME by JOSEPH BEAUMONT AURORA LEIGH: BOOK 9 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING BACHIN' by CHARLES BADGER CLARK JR. |