A withered silence filled my chest of sorrow With mildewed fancies till she cam to me; My world she made of laughter and tomorrow -- A lonely sail that gemmed a wasted sea. Her wisdom was a spendthrift, lavishing On me a costly cloak of fertile power; She led me up a steep path to the spring To taste eternity, bubbling in an hour. But I forgot the equipage I wore, The magic sifted whiteness of her mind Coloring life; vaunted is burgeoned lore Of riches taken, leaving a debt behind. From her I got but gave no wealthiness: Fleeced I the giver, yet am penniless. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OF THE WARS IN IRELAND by JOHN HARRINGTON EYES AND TEARS by ANDREW MARVELL SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 20 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE GIFT by GEORGE WILLIAM RUSSELL THE WATER-LILY by JOHN BANISTER TABB |