Nature is like a woman greatly loved, Robed in the glint and glamour of Romance; So long as all her charms are yet unproved, She holds the soul enwrapt in starry trance— Her beauty deals the death-wound at a glance! Dare we but gaze deep in those splendent eyes, No answering love-light to our own replies! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest... |