In those mysterious jewels of your eyes, Wrought with vain truths, and wrought with vainer lies, When passion made me wizard, I have read, And turned away, blind with exceeding dread. I never knew you; you could give your whole Heart's life, but not the silence of your soul; I never knew you when you loved me most, And now that you are that unquiet ghost, Part of the very element of fire, A breath, a flame, a shadow of desire, I know that I shall never ravel out The vision from the shadowy veils of doubt; For is it not the pure alone are wise To read the wizard beryl of your eyes? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SOLILOQUY OF THE SPANISH CLOISTER by ROBERT BROWNING ELEGY ON THYRZA by GEORGE GORDON BYRON IN HOSPITAL: 4. BEFORE by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY THE TARRY BUCCANEER by JOHN MASEFIELD SIC VITA by HENRY DAVID THOREAU ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 10. TO THOMAS EDWARDS, ON ... POPE'S WORKS by MARK AKENSIDE |