I SAW her (O! transcendent sight, O! radiant beauty heavenly bright,) Of azure hue the robe she wore By skilful needle broider'd o'er, No rose with her in freshness vying, No pearl so pure in ocean lying, Her form the form of Beauty's Queen, And Venus self she might have been. She spoke—those words to me addrest Had all been graven on my breast, But sudden faintness o'er me came, Nor Love sustain'd my sinking frame. Say! thou who heardst them, gentle wind, Say! were they cruel words or kind? I should, had they portended bliss, Have felt them in my heart ere this. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LITTLE SON by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE MYSTIC'S VISION by MATHILDE BLIND ONCE BEFORE by MARY ELIZABETH MAPES DODGE STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING by ROBERT FROST THE WAVES OF BREFFNY by EVA GORE-BOOTH THE BUILDING OF THE SHIP by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW |