No passionless creature of duty, No child of capricious delay, Our love, like the goddess of beauty, Sprang into warm life in a day! Around us her magic spells flinging, She smiled as she saw we adored, And then, in a burst of wild singing, Her soul's morning raptures outpoured. Ah, soon changed that song, born in heaven, To farewells and passionate sighs! For a mist, like the shadow of even, Came over her violet eyes: With Hope's golden sunshine around her, On Joy's couch of roses half-blown, Pale, cold as a snow-wreath, we found her; -- Her glowing young spirit had flown! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR THE INVESTITURE by CECIL DAY LEWIS INDEPENDENCE DAY, 1956, A FAIRY TALE by JAMES GALVIN ON THE PROPOSAL TO ERECT A MONUMENT IN ENGLAND TO LORD BYRON by EMMA LAZARUS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: OSCAR HUMMEL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: TOM MERRITT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SACRED ELEGY: 5. THE SEPARATION OF MAN FROM GOD by GEORGE BARKER |