BENDING between me and the taper While o'er the harp her white hands strayed, The shadows of her waving tresses Above my hand were gently swayed . With every graceful movement waving, I marked their undulating swell: I watched them while they met and parted, Curled close or widened, rose or fell. I laughed in triumph and in pleasure, So strange the sport, so undesigned! Her Mother turned, and asked me gravely, What thought was passing through my mind? 'Tis Love that blinds the eyes of Mothers! 'Tis Love that makes the young Maids fair! She touched my hand; my rings she counted Yet never felt the Shadows there! Keep, gamesome Love, beloved Infant! Keep ever thus all Mothers blind: And make thy dedicated Virgins In substance as in shadow kind \. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INFERENTIAL by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON LOVE NOT by CAROLINE ELIZABETH SARAH SHERIDAN NORTON THE MOUNTAIN ECHO by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH HERMAN; OR, THE BROKEN SPEAR by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 1 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT PROEM by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN TO SIR ASTON COCKAYNE, ON HIS TRAGEDY OF OVID by CHARLES COTTON |