LET me but feel thy look's embrace, Transparent, pure, and warm, And I'll not ask to touch thy face, Or fold thee in mine arm. For in thine eyes a girl doth rise, Arrayed in candid bliss, And draws me to her with a charm More close than any kiss. A loving-cup of golden wine, Songs of a silver brook, And fragrant breaths of eglantine, Are mingled in thy look. More fair they are than any star, Thy topaz eyes divine -- And deep within their trysting-nook Thy spirit blends with mine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HIS MOTHER'S SERVICE TO OUR LADY by FRANCOIS VILLON CARELESS CONTENT by JOHN BYROM THE MAN IN THE MOON by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY THE WINGLESS VICTORY by WILLIAM HERVEY ALLEN JR. THE YOUNG THAT DIED IN BEAUTY by WILLIAM BARNES THE LITTLE FRIEND; WRITTEN IN THE BOOK WHICH SHE MADE & SENT by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING FUTILITY (FOR THE INFORMATION OF PENOLOGISTS AND SOCIOLOGISTS) by DANTE CACICI |