[From the Irish.] She is my love beyond all thought, Though she has wrought my deepest dole; Yet dearer for the cruel pain Than one who fain would make me whole. She is my glittering gem of gems, Who yet contemns my fortune bright; Whose cheek but glows with redder scorn, Since mine has worn a stricken white. She is my sun and moon and star, Who yet so far and cold doth keep, She would not even o'er my bier One tender tear of pity weep. Into my heart unsought she came, A wasting flame, a haunting care; Into my heart of hearts, ah! Why? And left a sigh for ever there. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER WINTER by STERLING ALLEN BROWN SONNETS ATTEMPTED IN THE MANNER OF CONTEMPORARY WRITERS: 2 by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE KILLED IN ACTION by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE LOW-BACKED CAR by SAMUEL LOVER SEA UNICORNS AND LAND UNICORNS by MARIANNE MOORE SEVEN SAD SONNETS: 2. THE OTHER ONE COMES TO HER by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS GHOST-BEREFT; A SCENE FROM BOGLAND IN WAR-TIME by JANE BARLOW |