She wanders through the city like a troubled ghost, And where she passes her eyes light the lingering fire Of a consuming, void, inexorable desire; She passes, the Destroying Angel of Love's host. Her heart is as a little loving woman's heart, Her hands are full of pity, and of love her eyes; Yet at her look there withers, at her touch there dies, The lily of peace, love's flower that life has set apart. Alluring, pale, she passes; and to her control The kingdoms of men's strength are given; and none can trace In the Destroying Angel's pale alluring face A hungering heart, a silent proud appealing soul. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 6. RUINS OF PAESTUM by SARA TEASDALE COMPOSED AT NEIDPATH CASTLE, 1803 by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH MY LOYAL LOVE by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS FINDING CYNTHIA IN PAIN, AND CRYING; A SONNET by PHILIP AYRES PLAYFORD; A DESCRIPTIVE FRAGMENT by BERNARD BARTON POLYHYMNIA: THE YOUTH IN THE BOAT (FRAGMENT) by WILLIAM BASSE |