I saw my lady by a cool, fresh stream Among green branches and gay ladies stand; Since the first hour when I felt love's hot brand I never saw her face more lovely gleam. This sight fulfilled in part my fondest dream And over my soul put reason in command; But when I left, my heart stayed at her hand, My fears and grief the greater came to seem. When now the sun bent downwards to the west, And left the earth in shadow and in night, Then my own sun was hidden from its ray. The setting sun more sadness brought at best. How all too little lasts this world's best light! But memory does not so soon fade away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SACRAL DREAMS OF RAMON FERNANDEZ by JAMES GALVIN JAWEH AND ALLAH BATTLE by ALLEN GINSBERG LET ME NOT HATE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE CHANT OF THE VULTURES by EDWIN MARKHAM A REPUBLIC! by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: OSCAR HUMMEL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS NIGHT AND DAY: 2 by ISAAC ROSENBERG |