We have been diligent too many years In our respective orbits to encroach Your mind upon my mind, or to approach My thoughts unto your thoughts, and there appears Small reason that I should exchange my dram Of bottomless beauty that is never dry For your material potion, or that I Should wish me other than the thing I am. But you are granted this: that you are blind To your own beauty; and when I shall see Your singing body broken and confined, And know thereat much sorrow, you will be, Like a dead tree on which all skies have rained, Unconscious of the loss you have sustained. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MY CLASS: ON CERTAIN FRUITS AND FLOWERS SENT ... SICKNESS by SIDNEY LANIER CONSECRATED GROUND; READ AT THE NEW YORK CITY HALL by EDWIN MARKHAM DOMESDAY BOOK: CHARLES WARREN, THE SHERIFF by EDGAR LEE MASTERS JOHN BROWN by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |