If we had met in Venice. dear my heart, And you had been my broad-brimmed gondolier, Together we had glided far and near, Our souls the millionth of an inch apart. In the May moonlight, Cupid, with his dart, (His smile half merry, half a silly leer) Might have inflicted wounds too deep to bear, Without some slight assistance on your part. Why have we met a drab half world away, You in your shop, I in my dignity? Oh, yes, I'll eat with you and teach and pray, But cara mias have no effect on me -- At least, not in this city -- yet we may Meet in your fair Venezia some spring day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MRS. SIBLEY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: OAKS TUTT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS BUCOLIC COMEDY: SERENADE by EDITH SITWELL TREES by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 35 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE MEANING OF THE LOOK by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |