The vital vapors to absorb, The moon, with famished gaze, Suspends her lean, malignant orb Above a dying face. I watch her like a folded flower, As silently expand The pulses waving hour by hour And heavier the hand, Till she hath brimmed her cup; and I An empty chalice hold; My heart, in agony, as dry, In wintriness as cold. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE WRITTEN IN [THE BEGINNING OF THE YEAR] 1746 by WILLIAM COLLINS (1721-1759) ARIZONA POEMS: 2. MEXICAN QUARTER by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER DOWN THE MISSISSIPPI: 5. THE STEVEDORES by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER ONLY WAITING by FRANCES LAUGHTON MACE THE DYING CHRISTIAN TO HIS SOUL by PUBLIUS AELIUS HADRIANUS MINNIE AND WINNIE by ALFRED TENNYSON |