WHEN shall I dare, once more, to feast my eyes— Windows of my wrung soul—and thus, again Look full on Yours ... and love without disguise? Last time I talked with You 'twas otherwise. Ten thousand inhibitions made Life vain. ... When shall I dare, once more, to feast my eyes, Know that no serpent, subtle to surmise My secret, sees me, hungry, fasting, fain, Look full on Yours, and love without disguise? I made my face a mask, a mass of lies, Home of Hypocrisy, abhorr'd Chicane. ... When shall I dare, once more, to feast my eyes, Fearless, on Your blest beauty, search, surprise Your secret heart's core, worship without pain, Look full on Yours ... and love without disguise? Till that fond moment my baned being dies, Not lives: nor respite comes, surcease from strain. ... When shall I dare, once more, to feast my eyes, Look full on Yours ... and love without disguise? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE NOTHING II by HAYDEN CARRUTH PARAGRAPHS: 15 by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE IMPORTANCE OF GREEN by JAMES GALVIN OFFERING by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON BETRAND AND GOURGAUD TALK OVER OLD TIMES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THINGS ARE WHAT THEY SEEM by MARIANNE MOORE ELEGY: THE LAMENT OF EDWARD BLASTOCK; FOR RICHARD ROWLEY by EDITH SITWELL |