THE waxen taper faintly gleamed, And waxen-white she lay Upon her silken bed, and dreamed, Dreamed of her wedding-day. Her hand upon a scroll was cast, Where it was writ in red: "@3Each lover-errant holds at last His lady's golden head.@1" But, bowed as one that sorroweth, The sombre Nympholept, The Lover of the Virgins,Death His quiet vigil kept. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY AIN WIFE by ALEXANDER LAING FELICIA HEMANS by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON TORTOISE SHELL by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE I DO NOT LOVE THEE by CAROLINE ELIZABETH SARAH SHERIDAN NORTON REMEMBER by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI SONNET TO THE DEBEN by BERNARD BARTON |