IN the dim chamber whence but yesterday Passed my beloved, filled with awe I stand; And haunting Loves fluttering on every hand Whisper her praises who is far away. A thousand delicate fancies glance and play On every object which her robes have fanned, And tenderest thoughts and hopes bloom and expand In the sweet memory of her beauty's ray. Ah! could that glass but hold the faintest trace Of all the loveliness once mirrored there, The clustering glory of the shadowy hair That framed so well the dear young angel face! But no, it shows my own face, full of care, And my heart is her beauty's dwelling-place. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ENGLISH GRAVEYARD IN MALACCA by KAREN SWENSON BUDMOUTH DEARS by THOMAS HARDY THE HERONS OF ELMWOOD by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW A GOOD PLAY by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON ON CHLORIS WALKING IN THE SNOW by WILLIAM STRODE GOOD NIGHT by HESTER A. BENEDICT |