I lose myself within thy mind - from room To goodly room thou leadest me, and still Dost show me of thy glory more, until My soul, like Sheba's Queen, faints, overcome, And all my spirit dies within me, numb, Sucked in by thine, a larger star, at will; And hasting like thy bee, my hive to fill, I " swoon for very joy" amid thy bloom; Till - not like that poor bird (as poets feign) That tried against the Lutanist's her skill, Crowding her thick precipitate notes, until Her weak heart break above the contest vain - Did not thy strength a nobler thought instil, I feel as if I ne'er could sing again! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...YOUTH AND CUPID by ELIZABETH I THE ROPEWALK by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW RIDDLE: SEWING NEEDLE AND THREAD by MOTHER GOOSE PETER STUYVESANT'S NEW YEAR'S CALL, 1 JAN. 1661 by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN THE VILLAGE MUNITIONS CO., INC.; FORMERLY THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |