I. YEA! all the beauty of sorrow, like a crown, All sorrow of beauty, like a crown of thorn, Genius of dreaming things, by thee is borne! Shall not the brooding languors loading down The bounden lovely breast, like veils that drown The faintly-striving limbs, be sloughed and torn? And shall it soon be waking and red morn, And plague and fire in delicate Florence town? O Hylas-beauty, poignant, perilous, O luring, yearning curves of throat and chin, Whereby is written Love's desire, Love's dread! Whose captive art thou? What sarcophagus Holds thee its victim, and thy darker Twin, Immortals thralled for ever to the Dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...QUATRAIN: FATE by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE DINKEY-BIRD by EUGENE FIELD FRIENDSHIP [OR, THE TRUE FRIEND] by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: PROEM by ALFRED TENNYSON THE MORAL FABLES: THE TRIAL OF THE FOX by AESOP DICING by AGATHIAS SCHOLASTICUS LILIES: 19. 'WHEN YOU THOUGHT I WAS 'FAR AWAY,' I WAS DREAMING by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |