I have a circlet of thy sunny hair, And 'tis, I wot, a blessing to mine eyes - For gentle, happy thoughts are sworn to rise Whene'er I view it softly folded there, Lifeless and listless, like a treasure's key, Unwitting of the dreams it doth compel Of gems and gold pil'd high in secret cell, Too royal for a vulgar gaze to see! If they were stol'n, the key might never tell; If thou wert dead, what should thy ringlet say? It shows the same, betide thee ill or well, Smiling on earth, or shrouded in decay! And were cold winter with thee, Isabel, I might be smiling here on blossoms of thy May! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A WINTER NIGHT by SARA TEASDALE THE PARTING OF THE WAYS by JOSEPH BENSON GILDER THE FARMER'S BRIDE by CHARLOTTE MEW WORDLY WISE (10) by MOTHER GOOSE THE LOST WAR-SLOOP by EDNA DEAN PROCTOR |