I cried: "Love, must it ever be thy price To find thee fostering this form of dread?" And Love looked at me with thine eyes, and said: "She is the shadow of a soul, that lies Within my light, Mistress of Mysteries. Face her, and find; flee her, and I am fled." And at the word, that phantom raised her head, Smiling. I saw that she too had thine eyes. Then while I wondered, she drew near, to lay Cold hands of fear upon my heart, and pressed Terrible lips on mine; and as the crest Of some dark wave shatters to shining spray, So my dream swelled and shattered into day -- And Love's own self lay laughing on my breast. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ESTRANGEMENT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOMESDAY BOOK: HENRY MURRAY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS MIDSUMMER FROST (1) by ISAAC ROSENBERG DEATH SNIPS PROUD MEN by CARL SANDBURG THE LAWYERS KNOW TOO MUCH by CARL SANDBURG |