The bowers whereat, in dreams, I see The wantonest singing birds, Are lips -- and all thy melody Of lip-begotten words -- Thine eyes, in Heaven of heart enshrined, Then desolately fall, O God! on my funereal mind Like starlight on a pall -- Thy heart -- @3thy@1 heart! -- I wake and sigh, And sleep to dream till day Of the truth that gold can never buy -- Of the baubles that it may. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CAMPUS SONNET: BEFORE AN EXAMINATION by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE GENERAL PUBLIC by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET ESTRANGEMENT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON GETHSEMANE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE MAN TO BE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |