LOVE drooped when Beauty fled the bower And languid closed the day, Wept every little flower And turned its head away. The wind spoke with a fallen tongue, The green reed sighed amain, And sable forests swung Rude melody again Wild caves rang deep and rocks grew cold, Whilst rivers wept by them, All nature's death-bells tolled A requiem! a requiem! 'Mid roaring brooks and dark moss-vales, Where speechless Thought abides, Still her sweet spirit dwells, That knew no world besides Her form the woodland still retains Wound but a creeping flower, Her very life-blood stains Thee, in a falling shower. Touch but the stream, drink but the air, Her cheek, her breath is known; Ravish that red rose there, And she is all thine own. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MARCH by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS TWO SONGS OF A FOOL: 1 by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 28 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE by JOHN KEATS THE DUG-OUT by SIEGFRIED SASSOON HIS EXCELLENCY GENERAL WASHINGTON by PHILLIS WHEATLEY THE STEAM-ENGINE: CANTO 6. ON THE CORK PACKET, 1837 by T. BAKER |