This man knew out the secret ways of love, No man could paint such things who did not know. And now she's gone, who was his Cyprian, And you are here, who are "The Isles" to me. And here's the thing that lasts the whole thing out: The eyes of this dead lady speak to me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POETS ARE BORN NOT MADE by ROBERT FROST CACHE LA POUDRE by JAMES GALVIN I SING OF LOVE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO MAY HOWARD JACKSON - SCULPTOR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A SEA-SHORE GRAVE by SIDNEY LANIER WAITER IN A CALIFORNIA VIETNAMESE RESTURANT by CLARENCE MAJOR |