@3From the Italian@1 WHEN softly gathered twilight o'er the silent air, And out from darkness rose the first bright star, A gentle lady came my solitude to share. I seemed to know her; and she was so heav'nly fair That, gazing, I was hers; and near or far, To honor her, I followed where she went: and then— Ah well! I only pray: "God give thee, when Thou art as I remain, the same sad plight With which thou didst unchanging love requite." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE MEMORY OF BEN JONSON by JOHN CLEVELAND WOMAN'S CONSTANCY by JOHN DONNE ON PASSING THE NEW MENIN GATE by SIEGFRIED SASSOON THIS IS NOT I by FRANCES DAVIS ADAMS A FRAGMENT FROM THE AGAMEMNON OF AESCHYLOS by AESCHYLUS ON SICK LEAVE, 1916 by HAMILTON FISH ARMSTRONG TO MRS W. ON HER EXCELLENT VERSES WRITTEN IN A FIT OF SICKNESS by APHRA BEHN |