I LOVE you well, my steel-white dagger, Comrade luminous and cold; Forged by a Georgian dreaming vengeance, Whetted by Circassians bold. A tender hand, in grace of parting, Gave you to mark a meeting brief; For blood there glimmered on your metal A shining tear—the pearl of grief. And black eyes, clinging to my glances, Filled deep with liquid sorrow seemed; Like your clear blade where flame is trembling, They darkened quickly and they gleamed. You were to be my long companion. Give me your counsel to the end! I will be hard of soul and faithful, Like you, my iron-hearted friend! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE WHITE FIENDS by CLAUDE MCKAY I AM THE PEOPLE, THE MOB by CARL SANDBURG LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 10. THE FAIR by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM THE TIMES by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD AIR AN' LIGHT by WILLIAM BARNES |