Ah surely lovers foolish are -- Why should I keep this little bead? Though it has lain upon her breast, What can it bring me that I need? I held it then with musing hand -- A curious bead of scented wood; But even as rose my words I felt The presence of a spirit good. I saw those dear eyes on me turned, I heard again that sweet voice teach me; My angel! who, from far or near, At touch of this doth fly to reach me. O science teaches wrong that scorns Entirely magic rune and charm; This talisman of mine shall save My inner life from many a harm! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MINERVA JONES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS CONTRA MORTEM: THE BEING AS VISION by HAYDEN CARRUTH POETS ARE BORN NOT MADE by ROBERT FROST MATERNITY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON VASHTI by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE RAINY SEASON by CLARENCE MAJOR DEAF HOUSE AGENT by KATHERINE MANSFIELD |