SOME have denied a soul! they never loved. Far from my Delia now by fate removed, At home, abroad, I view her everywhere; Her only in the flood of noon I see. My goddess-maid, my omnipresent fair, For love annihilates the world to me! And when the weary Sol around his bed Closes the sable curtains of the night, Sun of my slumbers, on my dazzled sight She shines confest. When every sound is dead, The spirit of her voice comes then to roll The surge of music o'er my wavy brain. Far, far from her my body drags its chain, But sure with Delia I exist a soul! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WITH A COPY OF CALVERLEY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS TO THE MEMORY OF THE LATE REV. GILBERT WAKEFIELD by LUCY AIKEN THE SHEPHERD O' THE FARM by WILLIAM BARNES FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: DIRGE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES LOVE AND THE MUSE by MATHILDE BLIND HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 15 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |