THE storm hath blown thee a lover, sweet, And laid him kneeling at thy feet. But, -- guerdon rich for favor rare! The wind hath all thy holy hair To kiss and to sing through and to flare Like torch-flames in the passionate air, About thee, O Miranda. Eyes in a blaze, eyes in a daze, Bold with love, cold with amaze, Chaste-thrilling eyes, fast-filling eyes With daintiest tears of love's surprise, Ye draw my soul unto your blue As warm skies draw the exhaling dew, Divine eyes of Miranda. And if I were yon stolid stone, Thy tender arm doth lean upon, Thy touch would turn me to a heart, And I would palpitate and start, -- Content, when thou wert gone, to be A dumb rock by the lonesome sea Forever, O Miranda. BALTIMORE, 1874. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EMERGENCY HAYING by HAYDEN CARRUTH PARAGRAPHS: 16 by HAYDEN CARRUTH A SUMMER'S GARDEN by ROBERT FROST ON TALK OF PEACE AT THIS TIME by ROBERT FROST THE CROSS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE MAN WITH THE WOODEN LEG by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: AMOS SIBLEY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |