DEAREST, beneath your lashes' shadow bides A troop of poignant loves which, passing, seem To trail their wings reluctant as a dream Flitting at sunrise over ebbing tides Of azure sleep; and like twin bashful brides Bowered in dark pines beside a tranquil stream Your eyes are; and their light, as snows that gleam Where naked Psyche in her chamber hides. And though of all your eyes' deep splendours, Love Is lord and king, he ruleth them unseen, Like God the wonders of the skies above; But if Death blur those mirrors, Love, I ween, Will weep beside my soul till God's white dove With wings of pity once more wash them clean. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEGY FOR AN ENEMY by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE CITY REVISITED by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE HEMP (A VIRGINIA LEGEND) by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET A TIME TO DANCE by CECIL DAY LEWIS PLACE FOR A THIRD by ROBERT FROST |