How fared it with the knight, Sir Eliduc? Was he, too, trammell'd in the self-same toils?— As one that on the burnish'd sun doth look, Bedazed and sightless on himself recoils, So with Love's blinding brilliance was he shook, Her pale sweet face his inward peace despoils. Who that hath felt Love's mountain surges roll Can weigh the waters that o'erwhelm the soul? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest... |