Slanting both hands against her forehead, On me she levelled her bright eyes; My whole heart brightened as the sea When midnight clouds part suddenly; Through all my spirit went the lustre Like starlight poured through purple skies. And then she sang aloud, sweet music, Yet louder as aloft it clomb; Soft when her curving lips it left; Then rising till the heavens were cleft, As though each strain, on high expanding, Were echoes in a silver dome. But ah! she sings she does not love me; She loves to say she ne'er can love; To me her beauty she denies, Bending the while on me those eyes Whose beams might charm the mountain leopard, Or lure Jove's herald from above! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TRANSLUCENT FINGERS by MALCOLM COWLEY BROTHERHOOD by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON VERY EARLY SPRING by KATHERINE MANSFIELD WINTER SONG by KATHERINE MANSFIELD MANHATTAN, 1609 by EDWIN MARKHAM |