To you I turn in time of stress And sue, dear love, for that caress Whose subtle art doth vanquish care And change the gloom of cold despair To fragrant bloom and sunniness. If fortune brings to me success I cannot wholly acquiesce Until, with heart as light as air, To you I turn. Thus, it the Fates despise or bless, One prize I know that I possess Which makes all seasons debonair, For which all else I would forswear; And so, to-day, O heart's Princess, To you I turn! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: EMILY SPARKS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS ETERNITY BLUES by HAYDEN CARRUTH QUESTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ON VIOLET'S WAFERS, SENT ME WHEN I WAS ILL by SIDNEY LANIER ON CARPACCIO'S PICTURE: THE DREAM OF ST. URSALA; SONNET by AMY LOWELL HONEY DRIPPER by CLARENCE MAJOR SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: EDITH CONANT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |