SHE sat beside me yesternight, With lip, and eye, so blandly smiling So full of soul, of life, of light, So sweetly my lorn heart beguiling, That she had almost made me gay— Had almost charmed the thought away— (Which, like the poisoned desert wind, Came sick and heavy o'er my mind)— That memory soon mine all would be, And she would smile no more for me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REVELATION AT CAP FERRAT by CLARENCE MAJOR THE SECRET by KATHERINE MANSFIELD BEARS AT RASPBERRY TIME by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE BIRTH OF VENUS by HAYDEN CARRUTH DRUMS AND BRASS by DONALD (GRADY) DAVIDSON RETROSPECTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |