This never-ended searching for the eyes Wherein the unasked question's answer lies; This beating, beating, beating of the heart Because a contour seems to fit the part; The long, drear moment of the look that spoils The little bud of hope; the word that soils The pact immaculate, so newly born; The noisy silence of the old self-scorn; These, and the sudden leaving in the lurch; Then the droll recommencement of the search. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COASTERS by THOMAS FLEMING DAY A FAREWELL [TO C.E.G.] by CHARLES KINGSLEY THE SCRUTINY; SONG by RICHARD LOVELACE THE COMING STORM' (A PICTURE BY R. S. GIFFORD) by HERMAN MELVILLE THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 12 by OMAR KHAYYAM HUGH SELWYN MAUBERLEY: 1. E.P. ODE POUR L'ELECTION DE SON SEPULCHRE by EZRA POUND |