I SCANNED her picture, dreaming, Till each dear line and hue Was imaged, to my seeming, As if it lived anew. Her lips began to borrow Their former wondrous smile; Her fair eyes, faint with sorrow, Grew sparkling as erstwhile. Such tears as often ran not Ran then, my love, for thee; And O, believe I cannot That thou art lost to me! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VOICE OF THE GRASS by SARAH ROBERTS BOYLE THE SAD MOTHER by KATHARINE TYNAN THE MORAL FABLES: THE TALE OF THE TWO MICE by AESOP HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 20 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH AMBITION AND GLORY by EDWARD GEORGE EARLE LYTTON BULWER-LYTTON |