O thou, whose tender serious eyes Expressive speak the mind I love; The gentle azure of the skies, The pensive shadows of the grove: O mix their beauteous beams with mine, And let us interchange our hearts; Let all their sweetness on me shine; Pour'd through my soul be all their darts. Ah! 'tis too much! I cannot bear At once so soft, so keen a ray: In pity then, my lovely fair, O turn those killing eyes away! But what avails it to conceal One charm, where nought but charms I see? Their lustre then again reveal, And let me, Myra, die of thee! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 4. CAPRI by SARA TEASDALE LOCKSLEY HALL SIXTY YEARS AFTER by ALFRED TENNYSON THE BARD'S ANNUAL DEFIANCE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS INVITING by DANIEL CHAUNCEY BREWER FAIRY RING by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN THE 'MOSES' OF MICHAEL ANGELO by ROBERT BROWNING ODE TO A LADY WHOSE LOVER WAS KILLED BY A BALL by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |